Love in Deceit
She drank champagne and wondered if any constellation could light the black hole blooming in my chest.
One afternoon I arrived early at his penthouse, using the code he’d given me “to prove trust.” I planned to leave him a note— gratitude, apology, something. Instead, I heard laughter from the study. A woman’s laughter. It was very familiar, I just couldn’t point to who. It sounded Low, intimate. I froze outside the door, heart pounding in my ears. His voice followed—smooth, coaxing, suggestive—words I couldn’t catch but tone unmistakable. I backed away on silent feet, slipping out before anyone noticed.
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