Her gaze flew to me. "Is this some kind of sick joke, Aiden?" She asked, her voice at once incredulous and dismayed.
With a heart of lead, I slowly shook my head. I hated everything about this moment; the hurt and anger in her eyes, the mortification she must be feeling as she saw her name splattered all over the Internet. And I was responsible for all of it. My hands balled into fists, my jaw clenched.
"I'm sorry Jess." I said. Even though I knew that apologies were useless, I still needed to say something.
She had been reading the rest of the story, her expression worsening as she read the sordid details of my supposed affair. It exposed the late nights I had spent outside my home supposedly in the house I had bought for the 'other woman'. There were photos of me and Elisa, our arms
