I stood there, shaking with rage, every nerve in my body screaming at me to lunge forward and knock the phone out of his hand. But I held back.
Instead, I spun on my heel and marched to the bedroom.
Once inside, I threw myself onto the bed, pressed my face into the pillow, and screamed at the top of my lungs.
I had tried to convince myself that Alexander was entitled to his secrets, that it didn’t matter to me. But it was a lie. I wanted to know everything about him, to unravel the mystery he carried, but deep down, I knew that would never happen.
Our connection wasn’t real—not entirely. The distance between us would always remain.
But this was different. My life could be on the line, and whatever he was hiding from me couldn’t stay hidden anymore.
“Ella,” Alexande
