He cheated," I said after a brief silence, my tone steady, almost casual, as if I were discussing something that didn't matter at all.
Elena's eyes narrowed slightly, catching the delay more than the words themselves.
"Why are you suddenly curious?" I asked, tilting my head as I studied her face with quiet interest.
She hesitated for a moment, then lifted one shoulder in a light shrug. "No reason… just suddenly curious."
There was a pause after that—thin at first, then stretching into something heavier than either of us acknowledged.
Victor was downstairs, still on a call, his voice drifting faintly through the mansion as he paced near the corridor. He sounded controlled, efficient, speaking to his assistant about documents, schedules, and tomorrow's meetings, as if his entire life could be reduced to appointments and confirmations.
I exhaled softly and moved closer to Elena.
Without thinking too long about it, I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
