Nina's POV
The blood drained from my face.
For a moment, I genuinely thought my heart had stopped beating.
I sat frozen in my chair, staring at Ethan while the weight of his question settled heavily between us.
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How long were you planning to keep lying to me, Nina?
The strange thing was that it wasn't the accusation itself that terrified me.
It was the certainty.
Ethan wasn't asking because he suspected something.
He wasn't asking because he wanted reassurance.
He wasn't asking because he was confused.
He was asking because he already knew.
And whatever he knew had brought him here tonight.
The realization made my stomach tighten painfully.
The restaurant around us remained busy despite the disaster unfolding at our table. Waiters moved between guests carrying trays of foo
