Viona's POV
I walked up the stairs weakly. My grip tightened around the railing as if I might collapse without holding onto it.
Once I entered the bedroom, Rafael immediately stood up from the sofa.
Our eyes locked. Sharp. Unmoving. As if both of us hoped every emotion inside us could be revealed right there without words.
Regret. Guilt.
The smug, flat expression Rafael usually wore was gone.
I bit my lower lip so hard I tasted blood while continuing to walk further inside.
"Nana…" He stepped closer.
I moved away at once, raising my hand in a stop gesture. My eyes dropped to the floor as I kept my distance, the bed now separating us.
I paced back and forth across from him in silence.
Surprisingly, he waited patiently.
"Who? Who is it?" I forced my voice to stay steady.
I only heard him sigh heavily, and that alone ignited my anger even more. I stopped pacing and turned to him, shooting a sharp glare.
"RAFAEL! Who is it?!" I yelled.
