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Chapter 5: The Shattered Truth
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2025-11-23 18:29:08The city outside was quiet that night, but Jeromeās apartment was not.
Not after what he had seen.
He sat on the edge of the sofa, his body taut, jaw clenched, fingers trembling as he held his phone. The screen was dark now, but the memory of the audio, the low, intimate voices, the way Vanessa had whispered his motherās fiancĆ©ās name, it replayed endlessly in his mind. Each syllable carved a deeper hollow in his chest.
Vanessa had been more than a betrayal. She had been a lie he had held close for years, someone he trusted with the rhythm of his heartbeat. And nowā¦
He heard the soft click of the door.
āJerome?ā Her voice floated through the apartment, cautious, hesitant.
He didnāt turn immediately. He could feel her presence before he saw her, the faint perfume, the nervous shifting of weight, the hesitation of someone entering a room they werenāt sure they deserved to be in.
āVanessa,ā he said finally, voice low, restrained, tight as steel. āSit.ā
She moved to the sofa across from him, hands clasped in her lap, eyes darting toward him. āJeromeā¦ what,what is this about?ā
He didnāt answer at first. He studied her, the way her shoulders tensed, the way her lips pressed together. She looked fragile, small, scared,and yet that same woman had shattered him mere hours ago without a second thought.
āI know everything,ā he said softly, almost a whisper, letting it hang between them like smoke. āI saw you tonight. With him.ā
Vanessaās eyes widened slightly, the first flicker of panic breaking through her carefully composed mask. āJeromeā¦ I,Itās not what you thinkā¦ā
āNot what I think?ā He leaned forward suddenly, the sofa creaking beneath his weight. āVanessa, I recorded it. Every word.ā
Her lips parted, but no sound came. Her eyes flicked nervously toward his hand, toward the phone.
He hit play.
The apartment filled with the quiet echo of their conversation from the lounge. Her voice, breathy, intimate, trembling,Akihikoās calm, commanding tone in response. The words, the cadence, the way she leaned into himā¦
It was undeniable.
Vanessa froze. Her fingers dug into her lap, nails leaving crescent marks on her palm. Jerome watched, his heart breaking in real time as her mask cracked completely.
The room was silent except for the faint sounds from the audio, the whispers, the gasps, the way she had once belonged to someone else entirely. Jeromeās chest tightened until it hurt to breathe.
When the recording ended, the silence was heavy, suffocating.
Vanessaās face was pale. Her lips trembled. She swallowed, trying to find words, but none came.
Jerome finally spoke, voice breaking just enough to expose the depth of his pain.
āVanessaā¦ how could you?ā
Her eyes welled instantly with tears, shimmering reflections of guilt and shame. She looked at him like she was seeing him for the first time,the man she had loved, betrayed, and hurt beyond repair.
āIā¦ Iām sorry,ā she whispered, voice almost breaking. āI didnāt meanā¦ I never meant to hurt you.ā
āYou never meant to hurt me?ā His words were sharp now, cutting, as though each one struck his own heart first. āVanessa, I lived for you. I gave you everything. My trust. My time. My life. And all the whileā¦ you were with him. Him! The man who is supposed to be my motherās future husband!ā
Her shoulders slumped. She looked smaller than she had ever been, the weight of her own guilt pressing her into herself. āJerome, pleaseā¦ I can explain. I didnātā¦ I never meant for you to find out this way.ā
āYou think that makes it better?ā His voice broke. āYou think some explanation will fix the pieces of me that are shattered because of you?ā
Vanessa lowered her gaze, tears spilling down her cheeks. Jerome could see every flicker of regret in her expression, every tiny tremor of shame and despair. But it didnāt undo the pain. It didnāt erase the betrayal.
āIā¦ Iām sorry I wasted your time,ā she whispered, voice barely audible. āIām sorry I made you believe in usā¦ Iā¦ I never should haveā¦ā
Jeromeās chest tightened so hard he felt like he couldnāt draw air. āWasted my time? Vanessaā¦ you didnāt just waste it. You burned it. Every moment I thought we were building somethingā¦ every future I imagined with youā¦ itās all gone.ā
Her lips quivered. She nodded slowly, as if confirming what he had just said. Then, wordlessly, she reached for her bag. Hands shaking, she slung it over her shoulder, avoiding his gaze entirely.
āIā¦ I have to go,ā she said, her voice cracking. āI canātā¦ I canāt undo this. I never wanted it to be like this.ā
Jeromeās heart felt hollow, a cavern where trust had once lived. āGo,ā he whispered, though it hurt more than any words could describe. āGo. Andā¦ donāt come back.ā
She hesitated for a brief moment, a flicker of hope, a silent plea, but finally, she turned toward the door. Her steps were unsteady, fragile, burdened by the weight of what she had done.
Jerome watched her go, tears streaming freely now. He didnāt follow her. He didnāt call her back. He couldnāt. Every fiber of him ached with grief, anger, disbelief, a cocktail of emotions he didnāt know how to manage.
When the door clicked shut, silence fell. Thick, heavy, permanent.
He sank back onto the sofa, feeling the apartment close in around him. His fingers dug into the cushions, trying to anchor himself to something real. But nothing was real anymore.
Vanessa had been his first love, his sanctuary, his escape. And now, she is gone. Stolen by her own choices, by desire, by a secret he never saw coming.
The recording still sat in his hand, silent now, yet echoing endlessly in his mind. He pressed it gently to his chest, letting the hum of the apartment remind him that betrayal could be quiet, cruel, and relentless.
He let himself cry. Not just for Vanessa. Not just for the love lost. But for the future he had imagined,the laughter, the plans, the whispered dreams were all destroyed by the person he had trusted most.
And in that silence, Jerome Liu understood one bitter truth:
Some doors, once opened, can never be closed again.
Some hearts, once broken, never truly heal.
And some betrayalsā¦ linger in the soul, burning, haunting, and shaping everyt
hing that comes after.
Tonight, his soul had been scorched.
And there was no turning back.
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