Neither of them spoke after Alexander’s confession.
The silence inside Mira’s apartment stretched painfully, wrapping around them like something alive. The city lights beyond the windows flickered against the glass, but inside the room, everything felt still.
Too still.
Because I think I’m falling in love with my wife.
The words refused to leave her head.
They replayed over and over, softer each time somehow, yet far more dangerous.
Mira stood near the kitchen counter with her fingers curled tightly around the edge, trying to steady herself. Her heartbeat had become uneven, betraying every emotion she was trying to hide.
Across the room, Alexander looked nothing like the composed billionaire the world feared.
For the first time since she had met him, he seemed uncertain.
Almost ex
