She burst in with joy, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me with force.
“Darling, Vale said you were sick. Are you feeling better? Did you miss me?”
She smiled sweetly. “This time, I’m not going anywhere. You should take a break from work and just focus on getting better.”
As she spoke, she lifted a watch and held it out.
“Look, I picked this out just for you. I even had our names engraved. The ticking hands represent my love, steady, constant, never-ending.”
If not for the strong scent of a man’s cologne clinging to her, I might’ve believed those words.
After all, she had always been good at acting in love.
Even before she boarded the plane, she had been locked in a deep embrace with that Italian man, his scent still clinging to her skin like an unforgivable truth.
I looked at Reese with a heart full of sorrow, my gaze falling to the gentle swell of her belly.
With a hoarse voice, I asked, “You’re pregnant?”
She froze for a heartbeat, then blurted out, “No!”
I let out a bitter smile.
“I saw the post you made. So does the world you’re willing to give up include me, too?”