Jared’s words cut through the silence, a sharp edge of anxiety linking each word. "Mia, please believe me. I would never hurt you." His breath hitched as he stepped closer, eyes wide with urgency, searching hers for the tiniest flicker of understanding. "The pageant—it means nothing compared to your safety."
Mia’s neck stiffened, the weight of his words pressing against her chest. She blinked quickly, but a tear slipped free, running down her face. "Then why does it feel like you’re hiding something, Jared?" Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper. "I can’t shake this feeling that there’s more you’re not telling me."
Jared’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides as though trying to physically control his own turmoil. "Mia, I swear," he said, his voice breaking before relaxin
