Zian sat on the couch, head in his hands, as you stood before him, tears streaming down your face. "Three months, Zian," you whispered, voice breaking. "You lied to me." He looked up, eyes filled with regret. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely audible. You shook your head, unable to speak, the weight of his betrayal heavy in the air. He reached out, but you stepped back, needing space to process the truth.
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