Chapter 2

ANASTASIA

My strides were longer and faster as I made my way to his apartment.

There was a reasonable part of me that was convinced that those pictures weren't photoshopped. And there was also the part, slightly smaller, that believed - or rather, wanted to believe - that it was all a lie. A stupid dumb prank.

Aiden just would never do that to me. He was not the type of man who would jump onto the next woman he sees the moment I am out of the country. It just was not possible.

I made my way through the open gate. As I stopped before the door, I noticed that my breaths were ragged and the palms that I wounded around my bags were sweaty.

I put the bags aside and wiped my palms on my jeans then I took a deep calming breath.

I knocked but there was no response. I slowly wrapped my fingers around the door knob and pushed. Immediately, it gave and the door creaked open. As I stepped in and closed the door before me, I frowned at the messy state the living room was in.

I made to call out to