Fake Relationship

8: The C

d in my chest. I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost time for Alex to arrive. My heart raced with a mix of anticipation and

t days seem bright. We shared countless moments of joy and laughter, but there was always a shadow lurking beneath the surface of our relationshi

a series of emails that revealed a shocking betrayal. Alex, the person I had come to trust and care for, was involved in something I could never have anticipated. The emails de

f replaying our conversations, searching for clues that might have hinted at his deception. Each time I looked into his eyes, I felt a pang

ip could withstand the truth, but a small part of me feared that it would be the end of us. The bell above the café door chimed, and I looked up to see hi

nto the seat across from me. "Sorry

, forcing a smile. "I

he curiosity in his eyes, as if he sensed the tension that hung between us. I took a sip

ling slightly. "There's somethi

ifting from casual to serious. "Wh

t I found a while ago. I... I discovered some emails that you sent r

e the confusion in his eyes. "Ema

s for a project that seemed... unethical. I don't want to go into too much

rs turning in his mind, and I held my breath, waiting for his respons

acing. "Because right now, I fee

to find out like this. The emails were part of a project that I was pressured into. I didn't ag

whether he was being honest. "But why didn't you

sper. "I didn't want to drag you into my mess. I thought

r back on me like this? It's like a knife twisting in my heart, and and I can't help but wonder if our friendship ever meant anything to you at all. Did the memories we created together mean nothing in the face of your choices? I replay every moment, searching for signs that I