I watched the press conference live on TV, my anger simmering with each passing moment. Had Ares seen my texts and calls, only to ignore me? His contradictory behavior baffled me - one moment he was sweet and caring, the next, arrogant and fierce.
As evening fell, I waited in my room, trying to convince myself that I didn't care if he came home or not. But my actions betrayed my words, as I found myself constantly glancing out the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of his car pulling into the driveway.
Despite my attempts to appear nonchalant, worry crept in, gnawing at my mind. Was he in danger? Had the authorities taken him into custody for the crime he was accused of? The uncertainty was suffocating, leaving me restless and on edge.
As I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind
