After the Last Tear: Rising from the Ashes of a Broken Marriage By Cassila K

Chapter 63

By the time Pax returned, the night was deep, and I had long since gone to bed.

He moved carefully, leaning down to press a featherlight kiss to my forehead.

For a long moment, he said nothing.

Then, in a voice so low I almost thought I imagined it, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

The words barely reached my ears, but they lingered, unsettling something in my chest.

He washed up quickly, the quiet rustling of water and fabric filling the tiny room. Then, with the same cautiousness, he slipped into bed beside me.

Our bed was cheap and rickety-just shifting slightly made the frame creak. I turned onto my side, careful not to wake him.

Moonlight spilled in through the window, casting pale shadows across the walls.

I glanced up.

Pax was already asleep. His face was calm, his features relaxed in a way they never were when he was awake.

I reached for his phone, my fingers moving instinctively over the familiar passcode.

It unlocked without hesitation.

Nina was back.

rushed out tonight-was to

chat, his friends were already having

see how Pax gets out of

going back to that shabby little

haven't broken up with her yet? Damn, don't tell me

Pax's reply was simple.

"Fuck off."

a message

been seeing

He had read it.

But he didn't reply.

Two years.

even realized it had been that

Pax and I had shared this tiny, suffocating

had worked endlessly, saving every penny, with

We had nothing else.