Invisible to My First Love (Harper and Maddox) novel Chapter 136

**Blueprint 136**
**Chapter 136**

**Grayson**

As I stood there, the sight before me felt surreal, a twisted reflection of the day Harper had confronted me with the undeniable evidence of Tiffany’s betrayal. The image of her entwined with Josh was seared into my mind, a nightmare I had desperately tried to deny. I had convinced myself that Harper, with her jealousy of Tiffany’s status as my wife, had concocted some elaborate scheme to ruin our marriage. I had clung to the belief that as long as I didn’t witness the betrayal firsthand, it couldn’t possibly be true. Yet here I was, witnessing the very thing I had feared most, my heart racing as I absorbed the reality of my wife and Josh in a way I had never imagined.

The room around them was cramped and shabby, with wallpaper peeling like the facade of their deceit. It was a place Tiffany and I would have never visited together, not even as a joke. She had always scoffed at anything that didn’t meet her five-star standard, yet here she was, in this dingy room, betraying me on that stained bed. All the lofty ideals she had boasted about had crumbled in an instant, reduced to nothing for this moment of infidelity.

No matter how hard I tried, my gaze was glued to the two of them, my mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. I struggled to form coherent thoughts or articulate words, the weight of the moment pressing down on me.

Tiffany was quick to grab the sheet, her movements frantic as she attempted to cover herself, the fear evident in her wide eyes. “What—what are you doing here?” she stammered, her voice quaking with panic. “I thought you were on your trip.”

Josh, on the other hand, remained utterly unphased. He didn’t even bother to cover himself or offer an explanation. He sat there, completely exposed, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he reveled in the chaos he had helped create. There was a shocking absence of shame in him, a nonchalance that infuriated me. I didn’t even want to lash out at him; my fury was directed squarely at Tiffany.

The rage bubbling within me felt like it was about to erupt, shaking me from the inside out. When I finally managed to voice my thoughts, the words emerged as if they were being pulled from a deep, broken part of me. “How long?”

Her eyes darted around, blinking rapidly as she clutched the sheet to her chest as if it were a shield. Tears began to pool in her eyes, a desperate attempt to elicit sympathy.

“I can explain,” she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Answer the damn question! How long?” My voice rose, thick with emotion.

She realized the futility of lying in that moment; I had already caught her in the act. With a heavy swallow, her voice trembled as she admitted, “It’s been four months.”

I stood frozen, the weight of her confession crashing down on me like a tidal wave. The woman I had once thought was perfect was now a stranger, and in that moment, I understood that I had never truly known her.

Leaning back against the peeling wall for support, my legs felt weak, as if they could no longer carry the burden of this betrayal. It was as if every ounce of strength was being siphoned away, leaving me hollow.

I felt like the biggest fool in the world, and the next words slipped from my lips with a bitter finality. “Harper was right,” I admitted, the truth stinging like a slap.

Tiffany’s head shot up, her expression morphing instantly into one of anger. “Harper?” she spat, as if the mere mention of her name was offensive. “Why would you bring her up now? Does she have to be part of every conversation? One way or another, she’s always around!”

There it was—the classic victim card, played perfectly. But I wasn’t falling for it this time.

“I just caught you cheating on me,” I replied, my voice steadily rising with each word. “And you’re blaming Harper?”

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