THE MISINTERPRETATION.

ANNA

“Nicholas,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice steady. “What are you doing here?”

He looks at me for a moment, his expression softening slightly, but there’s still something unspoken in the air that feels heavy. “I couldn’t stop thinking of you,” he says quietly, moving closer.

My throat tightens, and I step back, needing some space to breathe and think. “Nicholas, this isn’t right.”

“What’s not right Anna?” he asks.

“You say you can’t stop thinking about me. I am a married woman Nicholas if you have forgotten.”

“Well, I remember perfectly that you’re married or should I say you’re married to yourself. Because which married man in his ane state of mind let his damn gorgeous wife all alone feeling very sad here in this romantic place.Huh?” Nicholas demands. Well, he is right but I am not in the position to tell him about the circumstances surrounding my marriage to Damien.

“You know what Nicholas you’re right but you don’t understand so please go back to your room.”It then hit me