Chapter 8

I swung my bag and hit Shawn on the back of the head. Pushing him away, I stood in defense of Andrew and shouted, "That’s enough, Shawn! What’s wrong with you?”

In the fifteen years I had known Shawn, he was always reserved. I had never seen him so out of control before.

Shawn looked at me in disbelief and shouted hysterically, “Why did he kiss you? What’s going on between you two?”

“That’s none of your concern.”

“I’m your boyfriend!”

“Not since the wedding.”

Shawn fought back the rage. “Are you still upset with me because of Casey? I had her thrown out of my house. I canceled her credit card, too. She and I are finished.”

He had the nerve to come to me this morning while Casey was still swiping his card and living under his roof.

Despite getting involved with another woman, he claimed to love me and wanted me to marry him.

Shawn really had no shame.

I frowned. “We’ve broken up. I don’t care what you do with other women.”

“Since when? I never agreed to a breakup! Je