betrayer

Chapter Sixty-One – Shattered Confession

Jericho exhaled slowly, his gaze locked on Gigi's. The weight of her confession still lingered in the air between them, thick and suffocating. For a moment, he considered lying—brushing it off, pretending he hadn't heard her properly. But Jericho was never one for sugarcoating things.

"Gigi," he said finally, his voice quiet but firm.

She straightened, her usual confidence wavering as she waited for him to speak.

"I don't feel the same way."

Silence.

The kind that crushed, the kind that made the world tilt beneath her feet.

Gigi's lips parted slightly, as if she had misheard him. "What?"

Jericho shoved his hands into his pockets, his face unreadable. "I don't feel that way about you."

A sharp, painful laugh escaped her lips, though there was no humor in it. "Oh, come on, Jericho. You don't have to play it cool with me. I get it. You're just—"

"I'm serious, Gigi."