~LAUREN'S POV~

I sat on the balcony of my room, staring at Lake Geneva. The view was beautiful, but I barely noticed it.

My laptop was open to my article "Crime Hidden in the Streets of New York," but I couldn't focus. All I could think about was Alexandro and that woman at the restaurant.

Three days. Three days without a call or text since I saw them together. I kept telling myself I had no right to be jealous.

Our relationship started as fake. But my feelings had become very real, and that was my problem, not his.

I tried again to work on my article, but the words...