Zara walked back, lost in thought, her steps heavy, her expression blank as a storm of doubts swirled in her mind. The conversation in the restroom kept echoing in her mind.
'Never trust a man completely… you'll only end up hurt.'
'Be careful. Or else, you will be the one who will be left wounded.'
'If you suspect something, don't confront—observe. Or better, hire a private detective to keep an eye on him.'
Each warning played on repeat, feeding the unease creeping into her chest. Even though suspicion had started to creep in, the rational side of her still wondered if Nathaniel was truly capable of betraying her.
Could Nathaniel really be unfaithful?
For five long years since Nora's death, he had been emotionally distant. His devotion to her remained the same. Even after marrying Zara, his heart had remained sealed. He hadn't allowed a single woman to cross the boundary he had set around himself. That impenetrable wall of restraint was still there.
