I couldn't sleep again.
Jason had left for work early that morning, as usual. His absence should have given me a sense of relief, but instead, it only added to the growing pressure inside me. The room felt suffocating, as if I were trapped between two worlds, two men—each one pulling me in different directions.
I stared at my phone, the message from Ethan still sitting there, unread. I couldn't deny that his words haunted me, that the idea of talking to him—really talking to him—was more than just an invitation. It was a challenge.
What was I doing?
How had I ended up like this?
I could already feel Jason's absence weighing heavily on me, his once warm and reassuring presence now only a reminder of everything that had crumbled between us. He had been my world, my safety net. And now, I wasn't sure if I even recognized the man who had once promised me forever.
But then there was Ethan.
Cold. Distant. Mysterious.
Yet somehow, I felt alive when I was near him. When he looked at me, it was like the world stopped spinning, and all that mattered was the tension between us—the undeniable chemistry that neither of us could escape.
I stood up, heart pounding. I couldn't keep pretending. Not anymore.
I walked over to the window, looking out at the city below. The streets were bustling, full of life, but inside, everything felt still. Silent. Waiting.
A knock at the door.
My pulse spiked.
I knew who it was. I wasn't ready, but I couldn't turn back now.
I opened the door.
Ethan stood there, his eyes dark and unreadable. He didn't say anything at first, just stood there, his presence filling the doorway like an unspoken promise.
"I came to talk," he said, his voice low and steady.
I stepped aside, letting him in. The door closed behind him with a soft click, and I felt my heart race as he walked toward me.
"This is a mistake," I whispered, but even as the words left my mouth, I knew it was already too late.