"Emily, about what you're doing," he started, his tone somewhat stern.
"This sneaky journalist approach, digging into my past, isn't going to get you anywhere."
Emily looked taken aback by his harsh tone and quietly replied.
"I'm just doing my job...
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***The Confession***
The room was dimly lit, filled with the soft sounds of jazz and the occasional clinking of glasses. Alex stood across from her, his face etched with a cold and unforgiving expression. His eyes, once warm and inviting, were now filled with betrayal and anger.
"Alex," she began, her voice trembling. "There's something I have to tell you. My name isn't Emily; it's Amelia Turner. I'm a private—"
"I know who you are," Alex interrupted, his voice dripping with contempt.
"You're the detective, the liar, the one who played with my feelings to get to my secrets."
Her face turned pale, and her eyes widened in shock. "You knew?"
"Olivia told me," he sneered. "I should've known. I should've seen it coming. You were just playing a game, weren't you? Just another job, another person to deceive."
"No, Alex," she said, her voice filled with desperation. "It wasn't like that. I didn't intend for any of this to happen. But the information, the investigation, it was important."
"Important?" he spat, his face twisted with anger and betrayal.
"Lying to me was important? Pretending to care, pretending to be someone else, was all that important to you?"
She struggled to find the right words, knowing that whatever she said might not be enough to repair the trust that had been shattered.
"It was my job, Alex, but I swear I never wanted to hurt you. Please believe me."
"Your job?" Alex repeated, his voice dripping with contempt. His eyes, once warm and inviting, were now cold and devoid of any trace of affection.
"So everything we shared, every moment, every word was just part of your job? A lie?"
Amy's heart ached as she saw the pain in his eyes. She wanted to reach out, to comfort him, but the distance between them seemed overwhelming.
"No, Alex," she faltered, struggling to find the right words. "The job brought me to you, but what happened between us, the way we connected... it wasn't planned. It wasn't fake."
"You expect me to believe that?" he spat, his voice breaking.
"You lied about who you were, about why you were here. How can I trust anything you say?"
He turned away, unable to look at her. His shoulders were tense, his entire body radiating anger and hurt.
"I thought you were genuine. I thought you were different. But you were just using me. You were just playing a role."
