Our Fake Forever

Previously

…“Liam,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. He leaned in, his gaze never leaving mine. “I can’t keep pretending, Eleanor. Not with you.” And in that moment, standing in the quiet solitude of my apartment, with the echoes of the gala and the lingering unease from Mark’s appearance, the carefully constructed walls around my heart began to crumble. The lie had brought us together, but it was the truth, raw and undeniable, that was threatening to consume us both. The question wasn’t whether we could keep up the charade anymore, but whether we were ready to face the consequences of what was blossoming beneath it.