Chapter 43: Andrew’s Confession

The tension inside the flat was palpable. Andrew's head was in his hands as he sat on the couch's edge. The usually calm, dominant man appeared unusually exposed, his dominating air giving way to something unguarded and raw.

I crossed my arms and stood a few steps away, attempting to keep my composure despite the tempest roaring inside of me. I asked in a calm but clipped voice, "You said you had something to tell me." "So, speak."

His blue eyes, hazy with a mixture of remorse and indecision, gazed up at me. He remained silent for a minute, and the emptiness between us grew like an unbridgeable abyss. At last, he said something.

He said in a quiet, almost hesitant voice, "Amelia, there's so much I haven't told you." "I didn't know how to express it all without changing your opinion of me, not because I wanted to hide it."

I raised an eyebrow, clearly sceptical. "You mean that the manipulations, control, and lies aren't the only things?"