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he message again. We didn't get

ver again, I went ahead to unlock the phone, but it had a passcode that I didn't realiz

placed his phone down, my gaze drifting to the window, complet

's voice echoed faintly, b

l, revealing his perfectly toned body, his

right beside me, before settli

?" I asked, m

r for a moment, and his bro

in reality, they carried an entirely different weight, especially when the person is aware of the pain he cause

"Start," I demand

onto the edge of the bed, and sat down, "Hai

y and my chest t

es and even if she is, why is

he office earlier today. I told her I was married. I w

r, why? I know all you

er, can you trust me?" he

e," I said, crossing my arms, "wh

chelle, and you know it. W

things out of proportion. I couldn't be overreacting right? The way he'd left me

suppress the sudden tide of em

o see you? How did s

ough his hair, "f

mber. I only did it to get her out of my office.

id, turning toward the door

d my arm, rising to his feet His eyes locked

my arm free but his grip only tightened, his

s I stopped tussling, still breathing heavily unti

is voice steady but soft. "We're one.

e you. You know that" he continued. "If you want to, you can go

I saw on his phone came rushing back reminding me of the anger about the serious conversation that w

arm. Int

hiver down my back, his hair damp and messy i

d tell he knew but I

this moment while it lasted, even though

thi

, no texts-block her," I said, the words finally

with understanding. His gaze was soft but

tension in my chest. I took a step back, ne

ng the gap again as he reached out gently tucking

sidestepping him and

g up again, I felt angrier than I should have, and it

ocked phone-it was everything. The d

o something too big to contain. I realized I had been st

poured myself a glass. The first sip barely registered. I took another si

echoed softly in my ears, and then I felt his arms slip beneath me, lifting me effortlessly. I barely sti

ts, leaving only the faint glow of the bedside lamp. I felt the mattress shi

mell of pancakes and scramb

aside on the table with a note nex

ight, baby. I'll be

was truly the sweet husband I never thought I'd have. I read it agai

ver the side of the bed, I promised myself I w

. There was something about talking to people about thei

, no matter how messy or complicated they seemed.

athaniel because I knew he would make it happen easily, thanks to his millionaire status. Bu

eye-Goodlife. I clicked on the link, which took

ing funny videos online. Then, I heard the door open suddenly. I turned and

g it was past six, and blinke

d curious, "hey, bab

e as I realized I hadn't shower

d, not knowing

his jaw tightening? Either way,

closer, "what are you d

beration, I finally de

ations online, you know I told you ab

ng, he moved closer to the bed, sitting right next t

hought we talk