The Insecurities

As Delia followed Ethan into the villa, her facade of composure crumbled, her distress evident in the tremble of her hands and the quiver of her voice.

Turning to Ethan, she couldn't contain the torrent of questions and emotions swirling within her.

“Why didn't anyone warn me about Natasha?" Delia demanded with hurt evident in her green eyes. "I had no idea Rafe was involved with her."

Ethan's eyes softened, his eyes reflecting empathy. "Delia, Natasha doesn't mean a thing to Rafe," he reassured her, his tone gentle yet firm.

Delia scoffed incredulously, her frustration boiling over. "It certainly didn't seem that way tonight," she retorted.

Ethan sighed, a mixture of sympathy and frustration flickering in his eyes. "Yes, Rafe and Natasha have history," he admitted. "But that was awhile ago and long before he met you. I can't even begin to tell you how much you affect him."

Delia shook her head in disbelief, her heart heavy with doubt and insecurity. "If that were true, Et