Mira's voice was quiet, almost trembling. "You said you'd call." Ethan's reply was smooth, deliberate. "I was busy. Fiona drains me." He let her name linger, watching Mira's eyes flicker with fragile hope.
"You don't have to keep pretending with her," Mira whispered, conviction trembling beneath her words. "She doesn't see you the way I do." Ethan's smile was calculated, a promise without substance. "That's why I'm here with you."
Her gaze dropped, fingers twisting nervously. "Sometimes I think you'll never leave her." Ethan tilted her chin upward, voice firm. "Don't doubt me. You're the one I want. Fiona is nothing but circumstance."
The statement seeped into her, dissolving hesitation. Mira's chest tightened, her voice barely audible. "Then prove it." Ethan's eyes sharpened, tone shifting to command. "Why all the questions?. I've already told that you are mine."
