The house felt colder than ever.
Ananya avoided him.
Completely.
Breakfast—silent.
Lunch—separate.
Dinner—skipped.
Aarav watched from a distance.
Every step she took away from him—
Felt heavier than before.
Because this time…
She knew his truth.
Or at least—
What she believed was the truth.
"Ananya, we need to talk," he said finally.
She didn't stop walking.
"There's nothing left to say."
His chest tightened.
"There is. That recording—"
"I heard it," she interrupted.
Her voice calm.
Too calm.
"And I believed you once."
Silence.
Painful.
"But I won't make the same mistake again."
The words hit harder than anything she had ever said.
Because this time—
She wasn't angry.
She was done.