Page 142 of Forgotten Prejudice

“Who gives a shit?” he snorted and took a step back. “It happened years ago.”

My jaw tensed, and I shoved my finger at his chest. “I bet he never cheated on me either. I’m right, aren’t I? You made that whole thing up because you were always a little person who only cared for his own stoned ass.”

Back then, when Kai told me that he and Ashton had slept together while we were still a couple, I’d found it hard to believe. Yet, my mental state was so bad at the time that his lie still managed to get to me, and there were days when I truly believed Ashton had been unfaithful. It hurt, and my hurt eventually turned into an ugly self-pity. I promised myself never to hit that rock bottom again and feared that reuniting with Ashton would lead to that. It didn’t. In fact, spending time with him since coming back only proved to me how unlikely it was for him to ever betray me that way. Now, I knew there was no chance he’d ever cheated. Not on me, anyway.

Kai’s brows pulled into a deep frown before he pushed my finger away from his chest. “The fuck are you implying, bitch?” he spat out.

Tilting my head, I looked down at him. “That you’re a snake.”

He huffed and then flashed me a toothy grin. “What if I am? Are you going to tell Ash about that? You think he’d give a shit?”

He was such a horrible human being.

“No,” I said, voice cold. “I’m giving you the chance to tell him yourself.”

His brows rose up until they reached his hairline, and he looked confused before anger took over his features. “The fuck are you playing at?”

“Nothing.” I shrugged and walked back to have some distance between us. “If I tell Ashton myself, he’ll only get hurt. So what’s the point of that? Instead, I’m giving you a chance to do something right, for once.”

Kai’s face turned red, and he seemed even angrier than before. I was certain that if we weren’t at the police station, he would have punched me by now.

“Are you messing with me?” he hissed after finding his words again.

“Not at all.” I held his stare. “I’m being dead serious. You have until the trial ends to tell him. If not, I will do it myself.”

His eyes gleamed with something vicious before he shoved his helmet in my chest. “If I go down, I’m taking you with me, asshole. I wasn’t the only one playing dirty back then.”

That was true, only that the keyword in his sentence was then. The me back then was a hideous man, but I was no longer that pitiful guy. I had grown, and with my growth, I promised myself to be better—to be a man Ashton deserved, starting with being honest. Even if it meant losing him.

Our pleasant conversation ended with Ashton’s return.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, eyes narrowed.

“Just agreeing to keep it cool,” Kai said before I could, already throwing himself over Ashton. “Let’s go home, Ashy.”

Watching them walk away together definitely hurt. Not because I was jealous but because I knew this guy wasn’t the right choice. Even if I were to be out of the picture, Ashton deserved a million times better.

Soren

“You are far too good of a lawyer to have been blindsided as you were today in court,” Daniel said, slamming the briefs I’d handed him a while ago on his desk.

I was currently in his office, giving him the summary of today’s events. Or should I say I was getting scolded for it?

I didn’t need him to scold me. I already knew I’d fucked up in court when they pulled out the gun evidence. None of my arguments seemed to have done the job, and from the look of it, we were heading toward the finish line as the losing team.

My failure burned in my chest, not only because I wasn’t used to losing but because of Ashton. I would give my career to win this one case for him.

“If they planted the gun, as you are so sure of, why didn’t we know about it before? Why did we find out about it now, one week before the closing arguments?” Daniel’s brows pinched close, his strong jaw set tight. He was angry, and so was I.

And the worst part? That hideous clock was still in his office, driving me insane.

“Soren.” He barked my name. “Stop looking at the damn clock and give me answers.”

Annoyed, I turned to face him with a snarl on my lips. “I told you, they play dirty.”

A vein popped on his thick neck as he clenched his fists together. Taking a deep breath, he turned around to face the window.

“Do you think he did it?” he asked.