Aria POVI told myself it wasn’t about love.That was the story I chose. Clean. Practical. Almost convincing.I wasn’t clicking the link because of Alex.I was clicking it because of my child.Because one day, someone would ask questions.Because sincerity mattered more than affection.Because if the man tied to my future had been lying to my face, I deserved to know now. Not later. Not when it was too late to rearrange my life around the truth.At least, that was what I told myself.Still, my finger hesitated.Not fear. Not exactly.Instinct.I closed the browser.I wasn’t doing this here.Not in a borrowed space. Not in a hotel room that still smelled faintly of someone else’s perfume and disinfectant. Not somewhere that didn’t know me.Some truths demanded familiar walls.So I packed.Not carefully. Not thoughtfully. I shoved clothes into my bag, left the knitting half folded, ignored the front desk’s smile as I checked out early. The drive home felt longer than usual. Every red li
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