She frowned slightly, a trace of reproach in her tone. “Why have you always been like this lately? Too much work stress?”
My throat felt stuck. I couldn’t get a word out. I simply nodded.
She didn’t ask anything else and went straight into the bedroom.
I stood alone in the living room, hearing the door close gently and the bed creak.
She lay down. And just like that, I fell asleep as if nothing had happened.
I stood there like a stone.
She lay on the bed we had bought together, eyes closed, facing the window, her breathing calm and even.
I picked up my phone and looked at her photo again. She had blindfolded eyes, parted red lips, and glowing collarbones.
It was all real. And so was the betrayal.
She slept peacefully in the bedroom, her surface flawless.
I stood in the living room like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff.
Below me was an endless abyss.
Clenching my teeth, I kept asking myself, had she been tricked? Set up? Or did she know exactly what she was doing? Did she do it willingly?
The two voices in my head clashed, fighting so viciously that it felt like they would split my skull open.
Who was she, really?