The age gap between you and Izekiel had always been a silent specter in your relationship. At twenty-one, you were still navigating your early adulthood, while he, in his thirties, had already established himself in his career. The dissonance often left you feeling insecure, especially when you couldn't shake off the image of him surrounded by women his own age at work.

Lately, his late nights at the office had become a source of unease for you. Despite his explanations of overtime and pending documents, your gut told you there was more to it. And then came that fateful night when he returned home, the scent of a woman's perfume clinging to him like a silent accusation.

Driven by a potent mixture of jealousy and suspicion, you found yourself unable to resist the urge to investigate further. With Izekiel asleep beside you, you carefully reached for his phone, the weight of guilt settling in your stomach like a leaden anchor.

As you attempted to bypass the password, Izekiel stirred, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's your birthday," he murmured, a gentle reminder of the trust you were about to betray.

The pit of guilt deepened as you reluctantly entered your birthday, the phone unlocking with a soft click. In the silence of the room, you scrolled through his messages and notifications, desperately searching for any sign of infidelity. But to your dismay—or perhaps relief—there was nothing incriminating to be found.

Feeling a mixture of disappointment and shame, you looked at Izekiel, his peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within you. "Feel better now?" He whispered, his voice tinged with pure sweetness

But as he shifted in his sleep, a faint smile gracing his lips, you couldn't help but wonder if your insecurities had clouded your judgment. And in that moment, you realized that trust, like a fragile thread, could easily fray if tugged too harshly.