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My fingertips went cold and numb and I quickly deleted the post, clutching my phone to my chest. Who is JR_Reigns? I clicked the username to confirm it wasn’t someone Alex or I knew but all I saw was a private account with a German Shepherd as the profile picture. My shoulders slumped in relief and yet. . .my pulse wouldn’t settle. Alex wasn’t wrong, there were eyes everywhere, waiting to scrutinize me, to catch me slipping but I couldn’t shut down the account. It was my last safe space. “Alex will never know.” I tried to convince myself and immediately my phone buzzed with a message from Alex himself.

I needed these tiny actions to feel alive. "Come on, Alena. You are killing me with your cuteness. This is not even a surprise. Follow me, dear," Axel humored, and I chuckled and started following him more, like walking with him as he showed me various flowers and took photos of me holding them, tucking behind my ears, and so forth. I was loving this and how much of a natural person he was. He knew every tree, herb, and flower in the forest. A forest. Hubby's eyes.