Chapter 37

• Roslyn POV
• Roslyn thought about Alexander, memories of their time together flooded her mind. She recalled the moments they shared, the laughter, the whispers, and the stolen glances. But it all felt like a farce now, a cleverly crafted lie. The realization stung, and her heart ached as she wondered how long Alexander had been deceiving her.
• She remembered the gentle touch, the soft kisses, and the warmth of his embrace. The memory of their kiss by the river, under the starry sky, still lingered, a bittersweet reminder of what could never be again. Her heart yearned for the love they shared, but it was all a facade, a cleverly concealed betrayal.