With slow precision, I pulled away.
My voice was void of emotion as I finally replied, "Fine. But can I borrow your phone for a moment? I need to call my roommate that I’m heading back to the apartment."
Relief flickered across Raphael’s face at my seemingly placated demeanor. Without a hint of suspicion, he handed me his phone.
"Sure," he said easily. "Get some rest at your apartment. I’ll come pick you up in a week."
But what he did not know, I had no intention of staying by his side.
If this was to be the last time we were seen as a couple, a week later I would be gone.
I would make sure he suffered when I left. Before that, I needed to uncover the truth for myself—prove whether Colette’s words held any weight.
I would dig into the secrets Raphael tried to bury and let him see just how deep the betrayal ran.
I clenched my jaw and demanded, "Password."
He did not hesitate. "Our anniversary," he said softly.
Something in my chest trembled. How could he still dare to use that number!
Right, the man who sat beside me, pretending to be sweet and romantic.