"I understood," I corrected, keeping my voice steady. "What I never understood was how, from one day to the next, you convinced yourself that you were in love with another man."
She stands up and walks to her chair impatiently. She crosses her arms before speaking.
"I have already told you it was something I made up so you will forget me. How can you think I was really with someone like him?"
Her voice wavers slightly at the end, as if there's something more she's not saying. Her words didn't fully convince me.
"Blake… Why do you love me?"
Her expression shifts. The question catches her by surprise. She remains silent for a few seconds, as if she doesn't know what to answer.
"Are you doubting my love?" she inquires, with a hint of indignation.
If I say yes, it will start an endless
