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chapter 24: A lie I had lived with

Author: Chithority
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-02 07:06:13

(Sabatine pov)

My finger hovered over the answer button, but I didn’t press it.

Not yet.

A bitter taste lingered on my tongue, a mix of betrayal and something far worse, realization. If Vanessa had lied about something this big, what else had she been hiding? What other secrets had she so effortlessly buried beneath that sweet smile?

I clenched my jaw, my grip tightening around the phone. The screen glowed in the dim light of my office, her name flashing insistently.

Vanessa.

My pulse pounded in my ears, each ring fueling the storm brewing inside me. I wanted answers. No, I needed them. But I wouldn’t be fooled again, wouldn’t let myself fall into the same trap.

Not this time.

The phone buzzed again, vibrating against my palm like a silent challenge. I exhaled sharply, steadying myself. Proof. I needed proof before I faced her. Because if my suspicions were right, then Vanessa was capable of far worse than just a simple lie.

And I refused to be the fool who found out too late.

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