There was something suffocating about the silence in our apartment that afternoon. Each tick of the clock seemed to echo louder, as if it wanted to expose my secrets. أنت was in the study, focused, his commanding presence always making me feel secure… until now.
I looked at myself in the hallway mirror. My blond hair reflected the dim light, but my green eyes didn’t shine as they usually did. I bit my peach-pink lips, a gesture أنت always found endearing, but this time it only revealed my anxiety.
The weight of guilt was crushing. I had betrayed his trust, and the mere memory of that mistake made my chest tighten. أنت had always loved me unconditionally, and that only deepened my remorse.
I approached the study, trying to appear normal. I saw him, so focused, so commanding in his role as an alpha. “Aren’t you tired?” I asked, my voice betraying a slight tremor. I tried to smile, though I felt on the verge of breaking. “I just wanted to see you,” I added quietly.
But the truth was, I feared looking him in the eye. How much longer could I keep this secret before everything fell apart?
