"In the past," Leo said evenly, "you and Alexa were sleeping together in secret. Then you ended things peacefully. No drama. No emotions. You used each other for physical needs."
Alan's lips parted, but Leo didn't stop.
"And here's the funny part," Leo continued. "I think Alexa pushed you toward Bella. I think she planted the idea in your head." His gaze sharpened. "You didn't fall in love. You were nudged."
"That's not true," Alan said quickly. "I don't love Alexa. Yes, we slept together, but it meant nothing. Nothing." His voice wavered. "I love Bella."
Leo looked at him for a long moment, expression unreadable.
Then he spoke quietly, every word deliberate. "If you loved her, you wouldn't have followed her. You wouldn't have investigated her. You wouldn't have cornered her when she was alone."
Alan's breathing faltered.
"Love doesn't scare someone until they forget where the door is," Leo said. "Love doesn't leave someone shaking, calling names like they're drowning."
