เข้าสู่ระบบChelsea's POVThe moment Dante walked out of the house, I didn’t move immediately. My expression hardened.“Good,” I muttered under my breath.I walked calmly down the hallway toward my room, my footsteps quiet against the polished floor. Anyone watching me would have thought I was simply going to rest. But the moment I stepped inside my bedroom, I locked the door. Then I walked straight to the wardrobe.I reached behind a row of neatly arranged clothes and pulled out the small black pouch hidden at the back. My fingers moved quickly as I unzipped it. Inside was the phone, The same phone I had told Dante I lost while leaving my old house. A lie, one out of many.I picked it up and turned it on. The screen lit up immediately.“Of course,” I murmured with a small smile.I never lost anything important.Before doing anything else, I walked toward the window and carefully looked outside, scan
Dante's POV“Dante… you need to be careful.” Reed’s tone had changed again. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was a caution.“What do you mean?” I asked.“I mean you shouldn’t confront Chelsea about this yet,” Reed said firmly. “Not until we understand what’s really going on.”I leaned against the arm of the couch, staring at the floor.“You think she’ll lie?”Reed gave a short humorless laugh. “Think about it. If she is lying about something this serious, then she’s already proven she’s capable of deception.”His words sank into my mind like stones.“She’s very smart,” he continued. “Smarter than most people realize.”I rubbed my jaw, thinking about Chelsea’s calm composure, the way she always seemed to know exactly what to say.&ld
Dante's POVI had barely stepped into the house when my phone buzzed again. It was Reed. The third call from him that morning. The day had already been long and complicated, and the last thing I wanted was another mystery layered on top of it. Still, Reed wasn't the type to call repeatedly unless something serious was happening.Before I could decide whether to answer or not, a message popped up right after the missed call.“Pick up. There is something urgent.”My stomach tightened. Reed wasn't dramatic. If he said something was urgent, then it probably was. I immediately tapped his number and lifted the phone to my ear. It rang once. Then twice.Before the third ring finished, Reed picked up."Dante, where the hell have you been?" he demanded. His voice came out sharp, almost accusing.I frowned and leaned against the wall, staring at the empty living room."It's a long story," I said, exhaling slowly. "Trust
Clarissa’s POVMaya crossed her arms thoughtfully but didn’t answer immediately. The silence stretched.I stopped pacing and turned to her, “Say something.”Maya sighed, “I think you’re spiraling.”My eyes flashed in anger, “Oh, I’m spiraling?”“Yeah,” Maya said gently. “You’re imagining the worst possible scenario.”I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated.“I saw them, Maya.”“You saw him drunk and her being annoying,” Maya corrected.My voice dropped slightly, “And him half dressed.”Maya hesitated.“Okay… that part is suspicious.”I gave her a look.“Thank you.”“But,” Maya continued quickly, “you also said he could barely stand.”I leaned against the dresser, exhaustion creeping into my bones.“That’s true.”Maya studied me for a moment before asking quietly,“What exactly happened before he left the house last night?”I froze immediately, my chest tightening as my mind wandered back to the previous night’s event.“Why?”“Because something feels missing,” Maya said. “You two don’
Clarissa’s POVI woke with a headache, the morning light filtering through the curtains felt too bright, too sharp, like it was mocking my sleepless night. I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, the same images clawed their way back into my mind.Chelsea’s smug face on the phone screen. Dante behind her. Half dressed and drunk.I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling, my jaw tightening. I wished I could erase that moment from my memory, but it replayed with cruel clarity.The FaceTime call had come around two in the morning. At first I thought it was Dante calling to apologize. My heart had jumped when his name flashed on the screen. But the second I answered, Chelsea’s face appeared instead.Chelsea had been smiling. Not a friendly smile either, one of those sharp, poisonous smiles that carried meaning beneath the surface.“Oops,” Chelsea had said sweetly. “Did I wake you
Dante's POV “That’s not possible.”“I’m just telling you what happened.”“What exactly did she say?” I pressed.Chelsea looked down at the floor for a moment before answering.“She said she didn’t want to be involved.”A sharp heat rose in my chest.“That doesn’t sound like Clarissa.”Chelsea gave a small, bitter laugh.“Well, there’s more.”I stared at her, “What more?”She took a slow breath.“She told me something before hanging up.”My pulse began to pound harder than the headache in my skull.“What?”Chelsea’s voice lowered.“She told me never to mention anything about you to her again.”For a moment I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly.“What?”“She said she didn’t want to hear your name anymore.”“That’s a lie,” I said immediately.Chelsea didn’t respond.“That’s not something she would say,” I insisted.“She said it, Dante.”Anger rushed through me like gasoline hitting a flame.“That makes no sense.” I grabbed my jacket from the chair.“I’m going to talk to her.”Chelsea’s e
Clarissa’s POVReed swerved instinctively toward the shoulder, pulling over with shaking hands. I grabbed the dashboard, heart thrumming in panic.“Reed!”He wasn’t hearing me. His eyes were wide, unfocused, filled with a desperation that sent chills down my spine.“My wife,” he said, staring ahead
Clarissa’s POVThe moment the door slammed, the sound cracked through me like an explosion . Dante’s footsteps were already fading down the path, but my legs wouldn’t move.
Dante’s POVThe final showdown came in court, and by the time I stood to deliver the evidence, I felt the weight of months pressing into my spine. The gallery was packed, reporters, corporate sharks, a few curious spectators who probably expected a spectacle and I was certain that they would get on
Dante’s POVWhy didn’t you tell me?” The words scraped out of me. “Why did I have to find out like THIS? On the damn news?”“Because I was ashamed,” she cried. “Because I knew how it looked. Because I didn’t want you to think that I—”“What are you?” I hissed. “Still wanted him? Still needed him? T







