At the end of the notebook, there was only one sentence left: "I never lied to you. Why won't you believe me?"
William's hands trembled uncontrollably.
She said... she never lied to him?
Did that mean, back then, he'd misunderstood her too?
All the pain he was feeling now—losing her, watching her slip away—was choking. Part of him had already started doubting the cheating rumor about her, thinking maybe she really had been set up. But what about that one time? The moment that shattered everything for him, made him turn cold, made him walk away...
His eyes were drawn to another notebook buried deeper in the drawer, its cover older and more worn but identical in design.
With shaking hands, William managed to pull it out, flipping slowly to the first page.
The date on t
