Suspicion Creeps In
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It wasn’t one moment that made Aurora question him, but a series of small, unsettling details.
The Phone Calls: Sebastian started taking phone calls in the other room, his voice hushed and tense. When Aurora asked about them, he waved her off. “Just work,” he’d say.
The Shift in His Behavior: He was becoming harder to read—one moment affectionate, the next distant and irritable.
One night, she couldn’t take it anymore. As they sat at the dinner table, the sound of his fork scraping against the plate set her on edge.
“Are you happy, Sebastian?” she blurted out, her voice trembling.
He looked up, startled. “What kind of question is that?”
“A real one,” she said, her eyes locked on his. “Are you happy with me? With this life we’ve built?”
He hesitated, his brow furrowing. “Of course I’m happy, Aurora. Why would you even ask that?”
“Because you’re never here,” she said, her voice cracking. “And even when you are, it feels like you’re a million miles away.”
Sebastian sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m doing the best I can, Aurora. I’m trying to balance everything—work, you, the baby. It’s not easy.”
Aurora’s chest tightened. “I don’t need you to be perfect, Sebastian. I just need you to show up.”
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