Butterfly Effect

75. Obsessed

Once the chaos settled and the fog of distraction dissipated, she gradually returned to her old habits.

Leaning against the plush headboard, her exposed back pressed firmly against it, she found solace in the comforting embrace of the soft covers that enveloped her body, providing warmth and a sense of security.

The room filled with the gentle melody of snores, but she paid them no mind, her attention fixated on the tiny screen before her.

As she scrolled through endless mundane texts from nobles seeking discreet favors, frustration settled in, realizing her search for evidence was leading nowhere.

With a sigh of defeat, she shifted her focus to the concealed section of his messages.

One effective method to uncover a partner's infidelity was not only to scrutinize their text messages but also to delve into the recently deleted section.

It was a risky move, requiring a cunning mind and technological prowess to access this hidden territory. But she was willing to take the risk in her pursuit of the truth.

As she delved deeper into the intricate world of deleted messages, her heart raced within her chest, anticipation building with each tap on the screen.

Finally, amidst the sea of erased conversations and deleted calls, she stumbled upon a thread that caught her attention.

The name displayed on the screen sent a wave of unease through her entire being. It was a stranger, someone she had never heard of before, but whose presence seemed significant in her partner's life.

Driven by curiosity and suspicion, she opened the conversation, hoping to find the answers she desperately sought.

Yet, to her disappointment, there was nothing noteworthy. The conversation was simple and polite, with only a passing mention of herself.

Ignoring the movement of her partner's body as he awoke, she continued scrolling further and further up, determined to uncover the truth.

Why had he moved her contact to the deleted folder? She wondered, her mind racing with possibilities.

Lost in her investigation, she failed to notice her partner's awakening, his eyes blinking in the soft morning light. It wasn't until his husky voice whispered in her ear and his face nuzzled into her neck that she realized his presence. "Find anything interesting in there, my love?" His tone light and playful.

Unfazed by her intrusion into his personal phone, he was accustomed to her occasional snooping.

Jana frowned, exhaling a frustrated huff. "No," she muttered sharply, her gaze fixated on the one contact she couldn't let go of. "I just... I don't understand why you would reply to Fyza and why she's in your deleted messages when we're no longer friends."

Her jealousy was not limited to Keenan alone, it ran deeper with the man lying beside her.

Their ten years together had exposed him to every facet of her, including her tendency to succumb to envy.

He knew all too well the extent of her jealousy, and so he peppered her skin with gentle kisses, a distraction technique. "That's news to me. When did you two fall out?"

Realization dawned upon her, her eyebrows arching in understanding.

Of course, he was unaware of their fallout.

"Since I made the decision to end that toxic friendship! I don't want you engaging with her, Julian!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with anger.

"Alright, okay, my love. I promise I won't do it again," he reassured, attempting to soothe her frustrations with tender kisses.

It was hypocritical of her to admit, but the mere thought of him being involved with someone else deeply upset her.

Noticing the solemn expression on her face, Julian let out a small grunt and shifted into a seated position beside her.

She began to comprehend his own heightened emotions. Despite their relationship being entangled in a web of secrecy and lies, she couldn't bear the thought of him being with anyone else.

He had always treated her with kindness, and even though his recent behavior had been undeniably peculiar, she understood him fully.

She knew how he functioned, how he operated.

Without needing any words, she moved closer, her legs draping over his thighs. As she settled on his lap, he pulled the covers over her naked body and held her tightly, as if to shield her from the outside world. Their bodies intertwined, their breathing synchronized, a silent understanding passing between them.

In that moment, the weight of their complicated relationship seemed to dissipate. They were two souls seeking solace in each other's arms, finding comfort amidst the chaos that surrounded them.

Julian's touch was gentle yet possessive, his kisses filled with both longing and remorse. With each caress, he tried to convey his love and devotion, hoping to mend the fractures in their fragile connection.

She closed her eyes, surrendering to the warmth of his embrace.

"The feeling you have when you imagine me talking to Fyza behind your back is what I've been experiencing," he gruffly confessed, causing her to open her eyes and bury her face into his warm chest. "Now you understand what it's like for me to see you with him, right?"

She nodded against his skin, though she didn't forget to playfully bite him. The bite didn't last long, as she soon soothed it with kisses. "If I find out you're lying to me, I'll arrange a public execution for her."

His fingers  ran through her hair mindlessly. "I assure you, there's no need for such drastic measures. Fyza and I are merely friends through you, nothing more. And now that I know you are no longer even that, I will not engage with her. You are the one who holds my heart."

She knew he wouldn't go for Fyza.

She wasn't trying to be a judgemental bitch but he would never be attracted to her ex friend.

For some reason, she had woken up in a mood where she was going through everything he had ever told her.

She was terrified at the thought of him with anyone who wasn't her.

Her lips twitched at the ending statement of his words.

She lifted her head up again, grazing her lips against his own.

"Kissy?" Her tone was slightly pitchy as she puckered her lips out.

He chuckled softly at her playful request, his heart swelling with affection for her. Leaning in, he met her puckered lips with his own, savoring the sweet taste of her. Their kiss was filled with a mix of desire, reassurance, and unspoken promises.

Their lips parted, a contented smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She looked into his eyes, her gaze filled with a mixture of love and vulnerability.

"I didn't react how I should've when I found out about the dinner with your ex," she said ever so calmly. "I trust you, and I believe in us, but you do that again, and I'll fucking castrate you."

His fingers gently traced patterns along her cheek, his touch both tender and reassuring.

"Ditto."