Adeline’s POV
Blake was at Rebecca’s house again. I had stopped counting how many nights he spent there, how often he chose her over me. My heart had grown accustomed to the ache of his absence, but tonight, something felt different—he hadn’t answered a single call or text all day. Meanwhile, I sat at home, restless. The empty rooms echoed with silence, amplifying the weight of my thoughts. Blake had been distant for months now, but lately, his behavior had shifted from indifference to outright suspicion. He looked at me like a stranger and questioned my every move. And then there was Rebecca, ever ready to play the concerned sister, hissing poison into his ear. I knew she was behind the growing chasm between us, yet Blake refused to see it. At Rebecca's house, Blake sat on her plush cream sofa, frustration etched on his face. The room smelled faintly of vanilla, a comforting scent that didn't match the turmoil swirling in his mind. Rebecca poured two glasses of wine, her movements deliberate and graceful. She handed one to Blake and sat next to him, angling her body so that their knees almost touched. "Blake, you're tense," she said, with softness in her voice, oozing with care. "You have been working so hard lately; it's okay for somebody to take care of you for once. Blake took a sip of the wine, though he didn't reply as his mind was elsewhere, tied in a mesh of uncertainty and questions. "She has been acting strange, right?" Rebecca continued, acting indecisive. "I mean, Adeline, not-you've noticed it too, right?" Blake's face had tensed up, and he replied, "She has been, yeah-the money withdrawals, the furtive phone calls. She's hiding something." Rebecca laid a hand on his arm, her touch light and familiar. "Blake, I didn't want to say anything, but I saw her at the hospital last week. She was with Dr. Wood. They looked… close." Blake's head snapped toward her. "What do you mean?" Rebecca sighed, as if reluctant to share more. "I'm not saying she's cheating, but you deserve honesty. And Adeline hasn't been honest with you, has she?" Her words landed in Blake's mind like poison, feeding the doubts that had eaten away at him for weeks. He stood abruptly, the wine glass clinking to the table. "I have to talk to her," he said, his voice resolved. Rebecca watched him leave, a smirk tugging on the corners of her lips. When Blake came home, his footsteps echoed loudly in the quiet house. I was in the kitchen, lost in thought when the sound of the door slamming made me jump. "Blake?" I called, walking into the living room. He was standing in the center of the room, his eyes blazing with anger. "We need to talk," he said. Something in his tone made my stomach twist. "What’s wrong?" "What's wrong?" he repeated, voice rising. "You tell me, Adeline. What have you been doing with all that money you've been withdrawing?" I stood frozen-shocked, taken off guard by the accusation. "Blake, I can explain-" "Explain?" he snapped. "You've been sneaking around, lying to me, and now I hear you've been spending time with Dr. Wood?" I stared at him, shocked. "Dr. Wood? He's just my doctor, Blake. How can you even think—" "Don't lie to me!" he interrupted, stepping closer. "Rebecca saw you with him. You think I wouldn't find out?" I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. "Blake, you're wrong. Nothing is going on. I would never betray you like that." "What is it, then?" he pressed on. "Where's the money going? What are you hiding from me?" The truth was on the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed it back. If I told him about my mother's demands or my illness, it would only give Rebecca more ammunition to use against me. "I won't be able to tell you," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. Blake's eyes darkened, and his fists clenched at his sides. "You can't tell me? Or you won't tell me?" "Blake, please," I begged, my voice trembling. "You have to trust me." "Trust you?" he said bitterly. "How can I trust you when you're hiding things from me?" Before I could respond, he clutched my arm, his grip rough. "I'm done playing games, Adeline. You're going to tell me the truth, now." "Blake, you're hurting me," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. But he didn't let go. His anger boiled over, and he pushed me back onto the couch. The weight of his body pinned me down, and I felt a chill of fear creep over me. "You're mine, Adeline," he said through gritted teeth. "You don't get to walk away." I closed my eyes, trying to shut out the pain, the humiliation, the overwhelming sense of powerlessness. After he was done, he stood up, his breathing labored. He ran a hand through his hair; his face was inscrutable. "Don't ever lie to me again," he said coldly and walked out of the room. I lay there, trembling, my tears soaking into the cushions. My chest was burning with a pain that so far exceeded the physical.
