Chapter 2: Thanks For The Kiss
‘You’re Elliot’s ex-mate.’
The words echoed in my head, over and over again. Gareth’s eyes didn’t leave mine. His expression was unreadable. There was no gloating, no satisfaction in catching me off guard. Just... quiet calculation.
Then, slowly, the corners of his mouth pulled into a knowing smirk.
“You just did,” he said.
I blinked. My stomach dropped. My body had gone cold, but my cheeks burned.
He hadn’t known. He’d guessed—and I walked right into it.
A small, bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it. I looked down, shaking my head.
“Right. Of course, I did.”
There was a long silence between us. I could feel the weight of his suspicion pressing down on me like a stone.
“I don’t trust you.” He said, raising his brow.
“I’m not here to cause problems,” I said finally, forcing myself to meet his eyes. “I just... I needed to come. I needed to see it with my own eyes. That it’s real. That it’s over.”