Keifer's POV
Her phone was still beside the pillow.
I picked it up slowly.
Thank God… no password.
The screen lit up in the dark room.
My heart was already uneasy.
Gallery.
I opened it.
Photos.
Hundreds of them.
Jay‑Jay laughing.
Jay‑Jay smiling.
Jay‑Jay with friends.
And then—
Him.
Cyrus.
My jaw tightened.
Another photo.
Him standing too close to her.
Another one.
His arm around her shoulder.
My blood boiled.
Jealousy.
Hot.
Sharp.
Unbearable.
Why did you ever like him?
Why did you let him stand beside you like that?
Why did you smile like that with him?
My fingers tightened around the phone.
I kept scrolling.
Every picture felt like a punch to my chest.
Every memory of her past made something inside me burn.
I whispered quietly, staring at her sleeping face.
"Jay… why him?"
She didn't answer.
Of course she didn't.
She was asleep.
Peaceful.
Beautiful.
Completely unaware of the storm inside me.
I opened her WhatsApp.
Messages appeared.
And there it was.
Cyrus.what the fuvk I told her I will bury Him alive and lock her into my house
Still sending messages.
My eyes darkened.
But then I noticed something.
She never replied. Thank God
Not once.
Not a single message answered.
The chat was one‑sided.
Him talking.
Her silent.
A strange relief hit me.
But the jealousy was still there.
Heavy.
Possessive.
I pulled out my other phone.
A new one.
A number only for her.
Slowly, carefully, I saved her new contact.
Now I could reach her.
Now I could watch over her.
My eyes returned to the sleeping girl beside me.
Her silky hair spread across the pillow.
Her breathing calm.
So beautiful it hurt to look at her.
I lay beside her again.
Close.
But not touching.
My voice dropped to a whisper.
"So many people tried to stand beside you… Jay."
My fingers brushed the blanket lightly.
"But they don't understand."
Another quiet breath.
"You drive me crazy."
My eyes stayed on her face.
"Next time we talk… you're telling me everything."
The jealousy inside my chest still burned.
But underneath it…
Something deeper.
Something softer.
Something far more dangerous.
Love.