I waited patiently, fully prepared for everything. I wanted to witness the expression on his face when he pushed open the door, to see if even a flicker of guilt or unease would cross his features when his lies were exposed.
I waited and waited...
Until 2 a.m., 3 a.m., 4 a.m...
Then, dawn broke.
At seven in the morning, I woke up in bed, my mind foggy and disoriented for a moment.
I looked down, examining my clothes and the bedsheets.
My body felt completely normal—no signs of disturbance. The bed bore no trace of another person, my clothes were free of any telltale wrinkles, and my body remained as fresh as it had been the night before.
My heart began to pound violently.
He didn’t come last night?! That’s impossible!
I hastily threw on my clothes and rushed to
