Chapter 27

The blanket covering his body was a dark color that she couldn’t identify, but it was pulled up over his chest.

Elena’s heart was heavy, her mind still swirling with the image of Chandler kissing that woman at the hotel bar. It didn’t matter how many times she told herself that they weren’t a couple. It didn’t matter how many times she told herself that she had no reason to care or any right to be upset. The pang of hurt lingered, and she couldn’t shake off the feeling of betrayal.

Desperate to avoid facing Chandler, she slipped out of bed quietly, her movements cautious to avoid waking him. Rushing into the bathroom, she closed the door softly, seeking solace in the confines of the tiled space.The hot water cascaded over her, offering a brief respite from the emotional turmoil. As she dressed hurriedly, her thoughts raced, tangled in a web of hurt and confusion. She wished she could erase the sight of Chandler’s kiss from her mind, but it lingered, haunting her every th