My heart raced, a wild symphony of emotions, as I struggled to meet her gaze. A million thoughts raced through my mind, wondering if she knew, if this was all some cruel game to taunt me. But amidst the chaos, a crucial question emerged: what should I say? Her eyes lingered on me, filled with anticipation, like a curious spectator engrossed in a captivating TV show.
Time seemed to stretch as I hesitated, desperately grasping for the right words. Finally, I mustered the courage and uttered, "Leo is my only love. Where else could I have learned such devotion? He treats me so well, you know."
But the moment those words escaped my lips, regret washed over me like a tidal wave. I felt like a fool, realising I shouldn't have said that. Yet, should I confess to her about Leo's abusive nature?
