Nayana
After I end the call with Gwen, I just sit there, staring at the phone like it’s suddenly the most complicated thing in the world. My thoughts are scattered, tumbling over one another. Leo posted about our marriage? The entire world knows we’re married? I still can’t wrap my head around it.
What does he even want from me? I know It’s not love, he's not the type of man who gives that easily. He doesn’t look like someone who believes in soft things and happy endings. Every time I think about the way he looks at me, it’s not tenderness I see, it’s something darker. Something I can’t name. Maybe it’s possessiveness. Maybe it’s control. Or maybe it’s both.
The thought makes my stomach tighten. I sink deeper into the bed, my fingers curling around the sheets as I stare up at the ceilin
