That night, by the time I came out of the project office, it was almost 10 p.m. From a distance, I saw Neil standing under a streetlight. He saw me and took two steps forward. "Helena."
I didn't stop.
His voice was rough. "I checked everything."
I looked at him. "It doesn't matter."
He hurried to add, "Bianca and I never had a physical relationship."
I looked up at him. "So what?"
He stopped short. "I just wanted to tell you that I never cheated on you."
I laughed. "So because you didn't cheat, I should forgive you?"
"That's not what I mean."
"Then what do you mean?"
Neil's face went pale. "The social media posts and the late-night calls were all to test you. I was afraid you didn't love me at all, afraid you were just waiting for me to turn things around. I just wanted to see if
