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67. Transfer of aggression

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BELLA

I don’t understand what’s happening. One minute we’re fine, and the next he’s cold, like I suddenly became a stranger. I told myself I wouldn’t let it get to me, that I’d be unbothered, but the truth is it hurts. And I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t.

My eyes followed him as he stood a few feet away, speaking into his phone in low, clipped tones. His brow was furrowed, jaw clenched, the way it always is when he’s deep into work mode. I could tell it was serious but that didn’t make the ache in my chest any easier to ignore.

“Trouble in paradise?” a voice whispered close to my ear.

I turned and found Miguel standing there, he flashed a lazy smile before dropping down beside me onto the warm sand.

“Hey you,” I muttered, forcing a smile.

“It’s good to see you out here. You vanished on me last night.” His tone was light, but his eyes scanned me like he was looking for cracks.

I sighed. I wasn’t in the mood for banter, especially not now. I just needed air, maybe even a moment to cr
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