Chapter 3...

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Nash POV
As I reach my car, right after leaving the hospital in complete tears.
I get lost in my thoughts, right there in the hospital parking garage.

How could I be so stupid? Losing my child, and my husband? Why did I have to get involved with Johnson? Why? What did he have that Cameron didn't? Why? Just then, someone knocks on my car window.

"Hey babe." Just as I look up, I see Jack. I think to myself, why is he here?
"Hey, right now I don't think it's best if I see you." He quickly responds back. "Why?"
I immediately answer.
"Because I am upset, I lost my child, my husband. Can you just leave?!"

"Whatever dude, your the one who got involved with me, if your gonna blame anyone blame yourself."

He leaves, and I sit there, and think. How did this all happen? This lasted 5 years for a reason.

I always liked Johnson, and one night I found myself upset. Very upset. He found me crying. I told him that I needed space, I just got a call about how my parents passed in a car accident. Cameron was away on tour, I was lonely and upset and had nobody there. So I called Jack. He was a close friend. So I thought why not?

He held my hand and told me everything would be okay. And I just kissed him. Like I always wanted too. It was amazing. We ended up having sex. In the middle of me and Cameron's bed.

I felt bad the next day. But there was something I couldn't get away from. I connected with Jack in some way, he would always come over and help me get through the dark times while Cameron was away. He became my own person. The person I always turned too, and I liked it that way.

As I leave the parking garage, after I'm all better and not crying anymore. When I thought this couldn't get any worse, I get bombarded by the press. "Why did you cheat Nash?" "Why did you make him wanna kill himself? How bad could it be?" "Why lose your family for some 1 night stand?" "Why throw away a marriage?" "Out of all people why Jack Johnson?"

And honestly I couldn't answer any questions without wanting to cry.

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