I arrived at the apartment just before midnight. From a distance, I could already see the silhouette of Gabriel’s black car parked in front of the building. Its headlights were still dimly glowing, and my heart immediately began to race.
I knew he was inside. I knew he was waiting for me.
And I knew that this time, there would be no warm embrace like before.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before stepping into the lobby. The sound of my heels echoed across the marble floor, every step like a reflection of the guilt reverberating in my head. I pressed the elevator button, and while waiting, David’s face flashed in my mind, his words, his gaze, his confident promise.
But that image quickly faded, replaced by Gabriel’s face—his cold eyes, the sharp look he always gave me whene
