Too Pretty to Be Your Backup novel Chapter 14

What Travis was talking about happened three years ago.

Back then, Amanda had gone with him to a party. She handed him a drink, not knowing it was spiked. It hit Travis fast—his skin flushed, his eyes glazed over, and he wasn’t himself anymore. Without warning, he pulled Amanda into a bedroom.

That was their first night together.

Amanda was terrified, but underneath it all, she was excited too. Excited because she’d finally become Travis' woman. But terrified because that night, he hadn’t been gentle or tender. He was rough—so rough it left Amanda shaken and scarred. What she’d dreamed would be a sweet, unforgettable memory turned into a nightmare she couldn’t shake.

The next morning, it got worse. James had stormed up to her, eyes blazing, and accused her outright. He said she’d drugged Travis on purpose. Called her shameless, accused her of being desperate and scheming, said she was beneath Travis.

Amanda had been completely blindsided. She grew up in a small town, far from all the drama and games of people like Travis and his friends. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that Travis was drugged. But everyone else all knew exactly what had happened. And the worst part? She was the one who’d handed Travis that drink.

Everyone knowing how much she loved him.

It didn’t take much for the story to spiral. Suddenly, people believed she’d do anything to get Travis—even spike his drink. The rumor spread like wildfire: Amanda was so desperate she’d stoop to anything.

How could she ever be worthy of him?

When Amanda finally pieced together the truth, she was crushed and desperate to explain herself. She waited for Travis at his villa, heart in her throat, until late that night. When he finally came home, she rushed over, nearly tripping over her own words as she tried to explain. She swore up and down she hadn’t done it; she had no idea the drink was spiked.

Travis gave her a soft smile and told her he believed her. For a while, Amanda truly believed he did.

But now, after everything, it was obvious—he never really trusted her. He must have thought she’d drugged him too. If he’d believed her, why hadn’t he ever stood up for her? Even now, people still whispered about what happened that night.

Amanda barely recognized the man she’d loved for seven years.

The anger finally boiled over. She blurted out every ounce of resentment she’d been holding back.

“You are terrible in bed.”

Travis' face darkened, his jaw tightening. His eyes narrowed, fire burning behind them.

“What did you say?”

Amanda knew she’d hit a nerve when she said that. But she wasn’t scared. She just laughed, cold and bitter. “Did you really think I looked forward to our scheduled nights every month? Did you never notice how much I hated it?”

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