Exposed

Jean's phone vibrated softly against the nightstand, a beacon in the darkness. He glanced at the screen—Alexa's name lit up. "Meet me at the gazebo, please. Now?" the text read. He smiled, how happy he was, Alexa texted him back after months.

"Off couse, dearest love." he replied.

As he approached the gazebo, he found Alexa's form framed by the delicate lattice of the gazebo, bathed in the soft silver of moonlight.

"I got your text," Jean said, breaking the silence as he stepped into the gazebo. "What' is it, baby?"

Alexa's gaze met his.

"Jean, my lord, we need to talk about... something."

He took a deep breath, the cool night air filling his lungs. "I know. I did a lot of bad things to you, especilally that one night in the wine cellar, but I can't shake these feelings for you, Alexa. I'm still deeply in love with you. It's a mess, I know, but it's the truth."

Alexa's eyes held his, a silent war of emotions raging behind them. "Jean, I am not here to talk about that..."

He cut her