Chapter Four
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What Love Becomes
Lila stood frozen, staring at the glow of Ethan’s phone. The words burned into her mind. Can’t stop thinking about you, Ethan. Her pulse thudded painfully in her ears. Her vision blurred, but she couldn’t look away. The name beneath the message was one she had trusted more than anyone. Renee.
Her hand shook as she placed the phone back on the nightstand. She looked down at Ethan, still asleep, his chest rising and falling like nothing had happened. The man she had loved for years, the man she built her life around, was sleeping peacefully while her world quietly fell apart beside him.
For a long moment, she just stood there, her breath shallow. She didn’t know what hurt more, that he betrayed her, or that Renee had lied straight to her face. Every word from earlier that night echoed back. I did it for you. I care about you. I wouldn’t lie.
Her knees went weak. She walked to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Her reflection looked pale and lost. She could still taste the bitterness of Renee’s confession, the warmth of her voice, the way she looked at her. Now it all made sense, yet nothing did.
Lila dried her face, walked back to the bedroom, and stared at Ethan again. She wanted to wake him, to scream and demand answers. But she didn’t. She just crawled into bed beside him, lying stiff and quiet, pretending to sleep while the storm inside her grew louder.
By morning, Ethan’s alarm went off. He stretched and reached for his phone. Lila’s stomach clenched. She watched from the corner of her eye as he scrolled through his messages, his expression unreadable. Then he looked up and smiled faintly, like everything was normal.
“Morning,” he said.
Lila forced a smile. “Morning.”
He leaned in and kissed her cheek. It felt foreign, rehearsed. She turned her head away slightly, but he didn’t seem to notice. He got up, moving through his routine with practiced ease, while she sat on the edge of the bed, trying to steady her breath.
As soon as he left for work, Lila grabbed her phone and called Renee. The line rang once, twice, then went to voicemail. She tried again. Still nothing. Her hands trembled as she typed a message. We need to talk. Now.
No reply.
The silence stretched through the morning. By noon, she couldn’t take it anymore. She drove to Renee’s office, heart pounding, rehearsing what she would say. But when she arrived, the receptionist told her Renee had called in sick.
Lila stood frozen in the lobby. “Did she say why?”
“No, just said she wasn’t feeling well.”
Lila thanked her quietly and left. She sat in her car for a long time, gripping the steering wheel, fighting the tears burning in her eyes.
Her mind replayed everything, the drive last night, the confession, the message on Ethan’s phone. The more she thought about it, the less sense it made. Was Renee trying to warn her or destroy her?
That evening, when Ethan came home, Lila waited for him in the kitchen. The lights were dim, dinner untouched on the counter. She had spent hours going over her words, but now they all seemed to vanish.
“How was your day?” he asked casually, loosening his tie.
“Fine,” she said quietly. “Yours?”
“Busy as usual.”
She nodded slowly, watching his every move. “Did you see Renee today?”
He froze for a split second before turning to face her. “Renee? No. Why?”
Lila studied his face. “Because she told me something last night. Something about you.”
He frowned, his tone cautious. “What kind of something?”
“She said she saw you with another woman. At a hotel near the river.”
For the first time, a flicker of emotion crossed his face. Shock, then anger. “She told you that?”
Lila nodded. “I saw messages, Ethan. From someone. Don’t lie to me.”
He stepped closer, his voice calm but sharp. “You went through my phone?”
“I had to,” she said, her voice trembling. “Because you wouldn’t tell me the truth.”
He exhaled slowly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Lila, whatever she told you, she’s lying. Renee has always been jealous of what we have.”
Lila shook her head. “She’s my best friend. She wouldn’t lie.”
Ethan’s eyes darkened. “Wouldn’t she? You really think she wants you to be happy with me? She’s been obsessed with you for years. You never noticed?”
Lila’s heart skipped. “What are you talking about?”
He gave a humorless smile. “You think I don’t see it? The way she looks at you, the way she inserts herself into everything we do. She wants you, Lila. That’s why she’s doing this.”
The words hit her like cold water. She wanted to deny it, but part of her knew there was truth buried in his tone. The memory of Renee’s trembling voice, her closeness, her confession, it all came rushing back.
Ethan stepped closer, his hand brushing her arm. “Don’t let her ruin us.”
Lila pulled back, her mind spinning. “If that’s true, then show me proof. Show me there’s nothing between you and her.”
He stared at her for a long time, then sighed. “You want proof? Fine. Come with me tomorrow. I’ll show you exactly who’s lying.”
Lila frowned. “What do you mean?”
But Ethan didn’t answer. He just smiled faintly, kissed her forehead, and walked upstairs, leaving her standing in the kitchen with a thousand questions swirling inside her.
That night, Lila couldn’t sleep. She lay awake, staring at the ceiling, her mind trapped between two versions of truth. Was Renee the villain or the victim? Was Ethan telling the truth, or was he twisting everything to save himself?
When her phone buzzed suddenly, she flinched. It was a message. One line.
Meet me tomorrow. You deserve to know everything.
It was from Renee.
Lila sat up, her heart pounding. She looked toward the dark hallway where Ethan had gone moments earlier. Two people, two stories, and she was trapped between them.
She typed a reply but hesitated.
Then she erased it, placed the phone down, and whispered to herself, “Tomorrow, I’ll find out who’s lying.”
But as she turned off the light, she didn’t notice Ethan standing quietly by the doorway, watching her in the dark.
His eyes were open.
And he had already read the message.
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