A week had slipped by, each day a tangled dance of love and frustration. Oliver and I were falling deeper, our hearts knotted together in a way that made my chest ache with joy. But the smallest things sparked arguments now—petty, fleeting squabbles that left a bitter aftertaste. Roberta was the constant thorn in our side, her calls and texts relentless, her presence a shadow that refused to fade. Every time her name lit up Oliver’s phone, my blood boiled, a hot, jealous anger I couldn’t shake.
The morning sun spilled through the window, painting the room in golden streaks. I stirred, my face nestled against Oliver’s bare chest, his warmth seeping into me. His steady heartbeat was a quiet comfort, grounding me in the haze of sleep. I felt him shift, his lips brushing the top of my head, s
