Seven Years of Love Seven Minutes of Truth

Chapter 13

A silence stretched between us, long and heavy, thick with things unsaid.

Pax finally broke it, his voice quieter now, subdued in a way that made me wonder if he already knew how this conversation would end.

“I didn’t know she texted you.”

I didn’t react.

The screen in front of me was empty now–the messages erased, wiped clean, as if they had never existed.

But the password?

That was a different story.

Once, it had been my birthday.

Now, it was hers.

I watched as Pax exhaled sharply, rubbing his temple like this entire situation was nothing more than an inconvenience, an annoyance he needed to handle before moving on.

Without hesitation, he changed it back to my birthday.

“This is ridiculous,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “I’ll talk to her. This won’t happen again.”

His tone was steady, assured, as if this was something that could be resolved with a simple conversation.

Then, he looked at me–really looked at me. His gaze was searching, careful, trying to gauge where I stood, trying to read the emotions I was no longer willing to show him.

“Cecilia, can you trust me one more time?”

handle everything. I

I stayed quiet.

was resisting

a moment, he sighed, his voice softening. “I

A pause.

cutting him off before he

“Sure.”

Chapter 13

brows lifted slightly, almost imperceptibly. Like he hadn’t expected me to agree so

the

his mind,

me forgiving him.

back to the way they were.

said, like he had done

I didn’t protest.

side by side, though the space between us felt wider

the lease,” Pax said casually, his voice taking on that

know I have somewhere you can live in ”

for my sleeve, tugging it lightly,

mine is yours.money,home.”

was a time when those words would have

made my skin crawl.

day had passed.

way–he hadn’t noticed

simply decided it wasn’t

I didn’t argue.

him