Draco didn’t need to see the letter to know that something was wrong. He had been suspicious for months, the subtle changes in your behavior, the secretive conversations, the unexplained absences.

When he finally found the proof, it was undeniable. His blood boiled as he stared at the pages, the details about your mission clear as day.

You entered the room quietly, only to stop short when you saw the look on Draco’s face.

“Draco?” Your voice was uncertain. “What’s going on?”

He didn’t answer right away, his gaze fixed on the letter he was holding. He dropped it on the table between you, a deliberate gesture.

Your face paled as you glanced at the letter, your eyes quickly darting away. “I… I can explain.”

“I’m sure you can,” Draco said bitterly, his voice low. “You were sent to spy on me, weren’t you? That’s the truth, isn’t it?”

“No, Draco, it’s not like that—”

“Not like that?” Draco’s voice rose in fury. “Then how do you explain this? All the lies? The secretive behavior? You were using me, weren’t you? Just another pawn in some game I didn’t even know I was playing.”

“I never meant for it to go this far,” you said, your voice trembling.

He glared at you, his cold expression unwavering. “Don’t you dare tell me you love me now. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I do love you,” you whispered.

Draco’s eyes hardened. “Love? You’re pathetic. Get out. Now.”