Seven Years of Love Seven Minutes of Truth

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Chapter 6

Between him and my future, I chose my future.

I had never truly considered another option.

I wanted to laugh at how absurd it all was, but my lips wouldn’t move, frozen in something tight and bitter.

And yet

Now that I thought about it, Pax’s act had never been flawless.

The cracks had always been there, thin and almost imperceptible, but there nonetheless

The night we met, 1 was working a part–time shift at a bar when a drunk customer grabbed my wrist, pulling me closer with the kind of entitlement that came from knowing no one would stop him.

Pax had.

He had stepped in, effortlessly peeling the man’s fingers off my arm, his presence alone enough to make the guy stumble back with a mumbled curse.

He hadn’t just defended me–he had handled the situation, smooth and composed, as if confrontation was something he had been raised to navigate.

Then he turned to me, gaze flickering over my face, checking.

“Are you okay?”

had been calm, steady. And before I even had a chance to

saved it.

should have known

quiet confidence, the

could fake.

had smiled, easy and unbothered, and said,

kid

wearing? Borrowed

daya

play a rich heir. Lucky me, huh? This is probably the

I had

part–time jobs, thinking I was helping him the

rest was predictable.

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chased, I hesitated.

I fell.

this tiny apartment together, vowing to work hard, to build

I understood

was just something I had to