|Katherine|
“You have feelings for him.”
The words fell from Giana’s lips so casually, but they struck me harder than I cared to admit.
I inhaled sharply, the sound catching in my throat. Deep down, I had already begun to sense it myself—an awareness creeping into the quiet corners of my mind. But hearing her say it out loud? Hearing it voiced by my best friend? It felt like a slap across the face, raw and stinging.
“You have feelings for your husband,” she repeated, unflinching, “and that’s why you’re acting like this.” Her grin was sly as she leaned back in her chair, lifting her frappe to her lips for a slow sip, like she had just dropped a truth too sweet to savor alone.
It was our break time. The café on the ground floor of the company building buzzed with chatter and clinking cu
