Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Chapter 207.

"The woman who kidnapped me," I say finally. "My rapist’s sister."

Something in him goes completely stil like a switch flipped.

"And you believed her?" he asks quietly.

"She had details," I shoot back. "Things that actually made sense."

"Or things that were meant to sound like they make sense," he counters immediately.

I falter slightly.

He notices.

"She wanted to break you," he continues, his voice still controlled but more intense now. "You said it yourself....she’s connected to the man I killed. You think she wouldn’t twist things to turn you against me?"

My chest tightens again because that does make sense but so did what she said and that’s the problem.

"I don’t know," I say again, more frustrated now. "I don’t know what’s real anymore.

Zane’s expression shifts again...,not angry this time.

"Then look at me," he says.

I hesitate but I do.

"Do you really think I’d go that far?" he asks. "After everything?"

I open my mouth....Then stop because the answer isn’t simple and he sees that.....that hesitatio and doub and it hits him

I can see it clear as day, something in his expression cracks just slightly

Not fully but enough and suddenly.....this isn’t just a fight anymore, it’s something worse.

Because now?

Now neither of us is sure where we stand.

When I don’t answer him....not a word.

Zane just... looks at me, for a second longer than he should, like he’s waiting, hoping and when nothing comes....He exhales, It’s quiet, but I hear it.

He nods once mor to himself than to me.

"Yeah," he mutters under his breath.

Then a little louder, without looking at anyone else in the room....

"You know where to find me when you’re ready."

Then he turns and walks out....js like that. He didn’t even look back once. And some how that hurts me.

The door closes behind him with a soft click that feels louder than it should and th room stays still for a second.

I’m still standing there, staring at the space he just left like if I look long enough he might walk back in. He doesn’t.

"Elaine....." Noah’s voice.

He’s voice sounds careful like he’s stepping into something fragile but i don’t even turn to him.

"Don’t," I say.

It comes out sharper than I expect...,,enough to shut him up immediately.

I don’t want comfort, I don’t want questions and I fknt want anyone in my space while I’m trying to make sense of what just happened.

Because I can’t even do that myself.

So I turn.....And I walk away up the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last.

I get to the room, push the door open, and shut it behind me harder than I need t, the sound echoing briefly Then it’s quiet again.

I don’t even bother with the lights, I jusy walk to the bed and sit. After a while of just sitting there and Staring at nothing.... everything hits at once, I drop my face into my hands and I cry.

It comes out messy and uneven, like I’ve been holding it in for too long and my body just decided it’s done waiting.

My shoulders shake and my chest hurts....like physically hurts.

"He said he loved me..." I whisper to no one, the words feel strange in my mouth.

"He said he loved me..."

And what did I do? I shut him down, I shut him down like it didn’t matter ljke it didn’t mean anything but it did.

That’s the problem....it did.

I drag my hands down my face, my fingers catching on damp skin.

"I didn’t even say anything..." I mumble, my voice breaking. "I didn’t even...,

I can’t finish that because what would I have said? I don’t even know and that’s what’s tearing me up.

If I knew he was lying, this would be easier, if I was sure he was telling the truth, this would be easier but I’m stuck in the middle and it’s the worst place to be.

Because part of me...a stupid, quiet part of me.....Believed him.

The way he said it and the way he looked at me,.,.that didn’t look fake.

I’ve seen him lie, ive seen him manipulate. That... didn’t feel like either of those and that’s what scares me.

Because what if it’s real? Whay if he actually meant it? Then what does that make everything else?

I press my lips together, trying to stop the next wave of tears, but it doesn’t work....they slip out anyway. Hit Unforgiving tears.

"And what if he didn’t do it..." I whisper, my voice barely audible.

Then everything I said....everything I accused him of.....My chest tightens again as guilt creeps in, mixing with the anger and confusion until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

"I don’t know what to believe..." I admit softly and th that’s the worst part....It’s the not knowing.... I pull my knees up onto the bed, curling into myself slightly, arms wrapping around my legs.

I miss him.

And I don’t even know if I should.

Sleep doesn’t come easy.....i toss, turn, wake up, fall back asleep, wake up again.

And every time I close my eyes, I either see Zane standing there... looking at me like that

Or I hear his voice.

I fucking love you.

By the time morning finally settles in properly, I’m not even sure I slept at all. But I’m awake and my mind is clear.

The kind of clear that only comes when you’ve thought about something so much your brain just... stops arguing.

I sit up slowly, the sheets slipping off my body, and stare ahead for a second

"I can’t stay here," I whisper to myself.

It doesn’t feel like a choice anymore, it feels like something I have to do not because I want to. But because I can’t keep dragging everyone into this.

Grandpa is already making noise and the board is watching.

Ivy’s eyes are already glassy. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

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