The kiss lingered in the air, an unspoken testament to the tumultuous journey we had endured. As we parted, I could see the whirlwind of emotions in Elena's eyes—anger, confusion, and a glimmer of something that resembled hope.
My heart pounded as I realized that this was my moment, my chance to lay everything bare and to fight for the woman I loved.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Elena," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "I need you to know something. Sydney... she was the one who kissed me. I didn't want it, I didn't ask for it. It was a mistake, a moment of weakness that I regret more than anything. But there's more to it."
Elena's eyes narrowed, her skepticism evident. "Go on," she said, her tone guarded.
