Chapter 13

Zeke's apartment exuded the essence of a writer's den at every turn.

The walls were adorned with her numerous literary awards, while the bookshelves boasted an impressive collection of world classics, neatly arranged.

Scattered across the coffee table were handwritten manuscript pages, their scrawled text a testament to her recent creative struggles.

"Zeke, this is going to be our love nest from now on!"

Frost exclaimed excitedly, grabbing my hand and twirling around the room.

I awkwardly pulled my hand away, lingering in the entryway, hesitant to step inside.

Noticing my reaction, Frost's lips formed a pout, her eyes instantly brimming with tears.

"Zeke, are you disgusted with me? Is there another woman?"

I let out a weary sigh.

"Ms. Frost, I've told you before, it's not possible between us. Please get some rest. I should be going now."

"No! I won't let you leave!"

Frost screamed, lunging at me and clinging desperately to my waist, her tears soaking through my shirt.