"He wouldn't want me to tell you—at least, not before he tells you himself. But you're his fiancée. I don't want you to hate him. I just want you to understand… he's not always cold."
"He's a sweet boy, Alicia. He was never like this."
.....
Her words lingered, leaving me in a trance.
Anthony had arrived moments later and pulled me away from Ms Nancy. He said we had to leave—urgently. And just like that, the coldness was back.
He gave no explanation. No glance. Just took my hand and led me out.
My entire body trembled during the drive home, but I kept my fingers clenched so he wouldn't notice. Thank God he didn't—he was on the phone the entire time.
Eric was now behind the wheel while we sat in the back seat.
Suddenly, Anthony tapped me.
The sound of passing cars buzzed in my ears. My heart raced. His voice cut through the haze.
"You're spacing out," he said sharply.
"I'm sorry," I murmured.
