Chapter 11
I hesitated for a moment, fingers hovering over the keyboard before finally typing my reply.
“He’s nothing.”
A petty response, perhaps. But at that moment, it felt fitting.
Because if I were being honest–truly, painfully honest–Pax had been good to me in almost every way.
Attentive, thoughtful, the kind of person who remembered the little things.
Except for one.
He never let me look at his phone.
“The password is your birthday. The pinned post on my Instagram is a picture of you.”
I could still hear his voice, laced with that familiar blend of amusement and indulgence, as if my suspicions were nothing more than a joke to him.
His fingers would catch the tip of my nose, giving it a playful squeeze.
“What more do you need to trust me?”
-And before I could find the words to argue, before I could push further, he would lean in–his lips brushing against
mine in a way that felt like a quiet command, a distraction wrapped in affection.
“Absolute possession, relative freedom–deal?”
I had rolled my eyes at the way he phrased it, finding it just a little too poetic, a little too calculated.
But in the end, I had silently agreed.
Because how could a relationship survive without trust?
And yet-
What I hadn’t realized, what I had never even considered, was that from the very beginning, everything between us
had been built on a lie.
He never let me touch his phone.
And yet, somehow, Nina could use it–to text me.
I exhaled slowly, sinking deeper into the bed, letting the silence stretch around me.
The sheets were soft, freshly laundered, carrying the faint scent of soap and something subtly familiar.
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Chapter 11
It took me a moment to recognize it.
Pax’s scent.
Which meant he hadn’t been home.
He had spent the entire day at the hospital.
With her.
Okay.well….
