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.”

that familiar blend of amusement and indulgence, as if my suspicions were nothing more than a

would catch the tip of my nose, giving it a

more do you need to trust me?”

I could find the words to argue, before I could push further, he would lean

a way that felt like a quiet command, a

relative freedom–deal?”

eyes at the way he phrased it, finding it just a little too poetic,

end, I had

relationship survive

And yet-

I had never even considered, was that from the very beginning, everything between us

built on a lie.

me touch his

Nina could

the bed, letting the

sheets were soft, freshly laundered, carrying the faint scent of

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