“There’s no fucking way, Gio. You think I’m cheating on you? I’m with you every day—every fucking day—and the one time I go to my apartment alone, suddenly I’m unfaithful? Just because of some picture that isn’t even me? I’ve been on FaceTime with Anaya since you dropped me off!” My voice cracked, frustration and hurt bleeding together.
He dragged his hands over his face, pacing before dropping onto the couch with a heavy exhale. “Then why the fuck are you so distant?” he asked, voice raw, eyes tired. “This morning you barely even looked at me. Something is up—even if it’s not cheating—something’s wrong. So fucking tell me before I lose my mind, because my head is running nonstop and I can’t breathe not knowing what’s going on with you.”
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