Dhalia POV
I start walking, knowing it’ll take hours to get back, but I don’t care. The idea of sitting in a car with Tom, with him asking how my night went, is unbearable. I need to be alone with my thoughts, even if they’re tearing me apart.
Rose… God, she was perfect. If that’s the kind of woman they’ve always gone for, then what am I? Doubt gnaws at me as I trudge through the rain, my feet beginning to ache. I don’t want to believe them, but their words keep replaying in my mind. They made it sound so plausible, so real.
What Jax did… it didn’t scare me. It didn’t make me run, yet according to them, every other woman has run. Were they running because they realised they were being used? Were they running because they found out the truth?
I don’t know how long I’ve been walking when
