I told myself not to go after him.Told myself to stay in the room, close the laptop, and just breathe.But I didn’t.I couldn’t.I found him outside on the balcony, back to me, lit a cigarette between his fingers, the ember flaring faint orange every time he brought it to his lips. The night air was cool, brushing against my bare arms, but I barely felt it. My pulse was too loud.He didn’t look at me when I stepped out. Didn’t say a word. Just stood there, silent, smoke curling up into the dark sky.I stared at the sharp lines of his back, the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw moved as he took another drag.“You really weren’t going to tell me?” I asked finally.Still, no glance. “I told you. You didn’t ask.”“That’s a lazy excuse and you know it.”He exhaled, slow and long. “I never pretended to be clean, Sophie.”“No, you just let me believe you were better than Bruce.”He turned then.. slow, controlled. The look on his face made my stomach twist.“I am better than Bruce.
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