Not since I confronted him with that gold ring he kept hidden away. Not since he’d refused to answer whether or not he was married. Not since I’d cried myself to sleep, cursing him into my pillow, instead of being held in his arms like I’d wanted. Not since he’d broken my trust, and, if I was being honest with myself, my heart. Because as much as I wanted to deny it, I knew now that I was falling for him. That I had fallen for him, not that it mattered now. Why wouldn’t he answer me unless he really was married? It was just too insane. I hated myself for letting this ever happen. Aolani, good girl and work place professional, had fucked her married boss, and now the consequences of her carelessness were crashing down upon her. Grandma would be so proud. It made me sick to my stomach just thinking about it. Since that night, Gavin and I had remained cordial, but silent, moving around one another like a carefully choreographed dance.
