Forget it. I didn’t want anything anymore. Right now, the only thing that mattered was staying alive.
Paxton didn’t seem suspicious. He was still as patient and gentle as ever, but I had no intention of staying by his side anymore. I packed my things, and when he came home from work that evening, I told him I wanted to break up.
He froze for a moment. Then, in that same affectionate tone, he coaxed me like always. “What’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you, my Leah?”
He pulled me into his arms, his fingers gently rubbing my earlobe.
I stared at him in silence. His acting was flawless. It was no wonder I hadn’t seen through him before. But now, all I saw was deceit.
“Paxton, do you love me? Or do you love Georgina?”
His expression stiffened as he hadn’t expected me to bring up her name so directly. A full minute passed, but he didn’t answer.
