thing about the events of the past few weeks left her uneasy. Claire's name lingered in her mind, like a puzzle piece that didn't fit. Alexander's evasiveness about her, cou

rs caught her eye. Alexander stepped out, his figure as striking as ever in his tailored suit. But he wasn't alone. Amelia's breath hitched as she saw Claire walking beside him, her arm brushing his. They exchanged smiles, the kind that held secrets

blatantly suggestive, felt like stepping into a nightmare. But she needed answers. Summoning her courage, Amelia stepped out of her car and walked into the lobby. The concierge greeted her with a polite smile, but she barely noticed. Her focus was on the elevator panel, where the screen showed the

g," she replied, her tone cool. "I was thinking we could have dinner tonight. I know I've been preoccupied lately, but I want to make it up to you." Amelia's anger si

n faltered, just for a moment, before he regained his composure. "Amelia, it's not what you think. Claire and I-" "Stop lying," she interrupted, her voice rising. "I followed you, Alexander. I saw you go to that hotel with her." The table fell silent. For the first time, Alexander seemed at a loss for words. "Amelia," he began, his tone softening. "I won't insult you by making excuses. But please, let me explain." Amelia's chest tightened as tears stung her eyes. "Explain what? That you've been lying to me? That everything between us was a lie?" "It wasn't a lie," he insisted. "You mean more to me than you realize." "Then why?" she demanded. "Why did you do it?" Alexande