NIA’S POV
I paced back and forth in the bedroom, tugging at the hem of my blouse and ranting without pause.
“I seriously thought this would be done. Like, one and done. He’d get served, crawl back under whatever rock he came from, and I could finally just breathe again. But no! Of course he contests it…with lies, no less. Lies!”
Alexander stood by the dresser, buttoning up his shirt slowly, watching me with that patient look that somehow always made me feel seen and heard, even when I was spiraling.
“I mean,” I continued, tossing my hands in the air, “how do people even believe him? 'Oh, I just go to her gym sometimes', please. And he has a girlfriend now? Yeah right. That’s just another convenient cover story.”
“Nia,” he said calmly, stepping over and gently taking my hand. “Bre
