Jane's POV
“The way you didn’t believe I didn’t steal your mother’s jewelry?” I replied.
He went quiet. And for the first time since he walked in, his emotions etched on his face.
I looked away because even though I got a reaction from him, everything still hurt. He didn't believe me then, how could he believe me now?
“You know what hurts more than the false accusations?” I said softly, my voice betrayed me a little as it refused to remain steady and controlled.
“You not believing me.”
He didn’t reply. He didn’t argue. He didn’t even bother to defend himself. He just stood there, and somehow, that made it worse. Because his silence made the answer clearer.
“You didn’t believe me then,” I continued. “You don’t believe me now.”
I looked straight at him.
“Why?”
He answered imme
