Jay lay down on the bed, her body finally letting go of the tension that had been holding her like a tight grip all day. The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that made her realize how loud her thoughts had been. Her mind kept replaying everything: Jax with someone else, the humiliation, the pain, and then the unexpected meeting with Keifer.
She still couldn't believe what happened in the café. The way Keifer had looked at her, the way he had spoken, the way he had left without a word after she revealed she was married. And then… the rain. The confession. The truth that slipped out of her lips like a confession she hadn't planned to make. It felt unreal, like she was living in a dream she didn't know how to wake up from.
Keifer stood beside the bed for a moment, watching her carefully. He looked tired, but his eyes were alert—like he was trying to make sure she was okay. He had never been the kind of man who showed softness easily, but something about tonight made him feel different. Maybe it was the way Jay had trusted him without even knowing why. Maybe it was the way her hands shook when she held his. Or maybe it was simply because he didn't want her to be alone.
Jay turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his.
"Are you going to stay?" she asked softly, her voice shaking a little.
Keifer's expression softened. He walked closer and sat at the edge of the bed. He didn't speak for a moment, as if he was searching for the right words.
"I'm not leaving," he said finally, voice low.
Jay's eyes filled with tears again, but this time they weren't only pain. They were relief. She nodded slowly, as if hearing those words was the only thing that mattered.
She reached out and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer without thinking. The warmth of his body against hers felt like a shelter. It was the first time she had felt truly safe in days. Her heart was still racing, but the fear was slowly fading away.
Keifer hesitated for a moment, but then he wrapped his arms around her gently. His hold was firm, protective, but also careful, like he didn't want to hurt her. Jay rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was steady and calm—exactly what she needed.
For the first time since she saw Jax with another woman, she felt a sense of peace.
Keifer's hand moved slowly, resting on her back. Jay closed her eyes, feeling her body finally relax. She realized she hadn't slept properly in days. The stress had kept her awake, her thoughts racing, her heart aching. But now, with Keifer beside her, the tension began to disappear.
Jay's breathing slowed. Her thoughts became quieter. She felt safe, like she was finally allowed to let go.
Keifer stayed still, not moving or speaking. He didn't pull away. He didn't distance himself. He just held her like she was the most important thing in the world. The mansion was silent around them, but in that silence, Jay felt a warmth she hadn't felt in a long time.
She felt loved.
And it wasn't just because Keifer said it. It was because he showed it.
The rain had stopped outside, but the memory of it stayed in her mind—how Keifer had stood in the rain, his eyes full of emotion, and how he had finally let her into his world. She didn't know what would happen tomorrow. She didn't know how she would face the truth of being married to Jax. She didn't know if she could ever forgive him. But for now, she didn't think about any of that.
She only thought about this moment.
The warmth. The safety. The comfort.
And for the first time in days, Jay fell into a peaceful sleep—without tension, without fear, without confusion.
She slept like someone who finally felt like they belonged.