The fake engagement grew harder to play. Because nothing about it felt fake anymore.
In the penthouse, she caught Alexander watching her when he thought she wasn't looking. At night, his hand would find hers beneath the sheets, unconsciously seeking her warmth.
But then came the distance. Missed dinners. Secretive phone calls. Locked doors.
One evening, when he returned late, she confronted him. "You don't trust me."
His jaw clenched. "Trust is a weakness I can't afford."
Her chest ached. "Then what am I doing here?"
For once, Alexander didn't have an answer.