Seven Years of Love Seven Minutes of Truth

Chapter 5

The air was thick with the heat of summer, heavy and stifling. But I–standing there, listening to her words–felt nothing but cold seeping into my bones.

Nina’s voice was smooth, deliberate. Every syllable she spoke was like the careful edge of a knife, meant to cut clean and deep.

he was only wit

“She knew all along, Pax. She knew exactly who you were. She was only with you for the money.”

For a moment, Pax just stood there.

Motionless.

As if the accusation had stolen the breath from his lungs.

His brows drew together, eyes searching mine, desperate for something–denial, maybe. Reassurance.

“You knew?” His voice was quiet, cautious, like he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear my answer.

I met his gaze for a fleeting second before lowering my eyes.

Yes.

I knew.

I had found out just yesterday.

truth didn’t matter

Pax didn’t believe

bitter and hollow. He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head as if trying to piece together something

I have to admit–you’re a

made

one

fiction, played a part so flawlessly that even I had believed it.

And yet–he

one who was angry?

voice was hoarse, weighted with something

smile. “Two years. Two years, and you never slipped up.

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I said nothing.

there to say?

already decided on the truth he wanted to believe.

had me figured out. Thought he had pulled

he wasn’t entirely

loved money.

it enough to work myself into exhaustion, to count every single dollar as if my life depended

an escape, so I can afford my studies abroad.

he had been playing his own

struggling man. The devoted lover. The boy who