Before Chloe could reply, footsteps sounded in the hallway. Rachel emerged, her hair slightly disheveled.
She blinked at the scene before here, Bella crying, Chloe tense beside her, and immediately she frowned in worry. "What's going on here?"
Chloe looked up grimly. "Jake happened."
Rachel's expression softened instantly. "Oh, no. What did he do?"
Bella let out a harsh laugh. "What didn't he do? He made me believe he was different, and then I found him with another woman — Helena, whom had brought something for him from his mother. They're together and everyone one in their family knows it. But that jerk didn't even have the decency to tell me himself."
Rachel's eyes widened. "Oh, Bella…"
"Don't," Bella said, shaking her head. "Don't pity me. I don't want pity. I want to understand how I keep choosing men who make me feel like a fool."
Chloe reached for a tissue and handed it to her. "You don't have to understand it tonight. Just let yourself be angry."
