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The Firetable Effect

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last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-07-29 05:17:24

Darla’s POV

The waiting room wasn’t fancy. It was just clean, quiet, and cold. With simple gray walls, a humming coffee machine, and not a single distraction. It wasn’t meant to comfort. It was meant to prepare.

I sat perfectly still.

No glam. No distraction. Just me in a black turtleneck, pressed pants and my hair tied back. I wasn’t here to soften anything.

An assistant popped her head in. “We’re ready for you.”

I stood, straightened my clothes, and followed her down the hallway. My phone buzzed, but I didn’t look. I already knew what it was. headlines, rumors, noise, but today, in that room, I had my own story to tell now.

The studio was softly lit. Warm, but sharp. Ava McClane sat across from me on a black couch. Calm, sharp-eyed, ready.

“Darla” she said, shaking my hand firmly. “Thanks for agreeing to do this”

“I really wanted to.”

The camera crew did their final checking, the cameras rolled, the red light blinked on and someone behind the lens gave a small signal. Then Ava st
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    Melanie’s POVMandy picked up on the third ring.“Mel?” her voice came through, familiar and steady. “What’s wrong?”That was all it took.I sank deeper into the couch, my fingers tightening around the phone. “Richard knows,” I said quietly.There was a pause. “Knows what?”“Not everything,” I admitted. “But something’s off. He’s angry. Distant. It feels like he’s holding back words that could destroy us if he lets them out.”Mandy exhaled slowly on the other end. “You saw him with Xavier’s family, didn’t you?”“Yes,” I whispered. “And it made things worse. He keeps saying it’s about the past, about secrets, but I can feel it, Mandy. This isn’t just about Xavier.”She was quiet for a moment, then said carefully, “Melanie… is Sam still in your life?”My heart skipped.“Why would you ask that?” I tried to sound casual, but my voice betrayed me.“Because I know you,” she replied gently. “And because secrets don’t stay buried forever.”I closed my eyes. “He hasn’t slipped,” I said quickly

  • DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH   Back Home

    Melanie's POVI leaned back in my seat, staring at the seat in front of me. The plane hummed steadily, calm and steady, the opposite of how I felt inside.Minutes passed in silence.I replayed everything in my head, Xavier, Darla, his mother, Claire at the airport. Too many ghosts for one trip. Too many truths crashing into each other at once.“Richard,” I said again, after a while. “There’s more to your anger than Xavier. I can feel it.”He didn’t answer.“Is it Claire?” I asked carefully.His shoulders stiffened.That was answer enough.“You didn’t look at her like just an old memory,” I said. “You looked like someone tore open something you never closed.”He finally turned to me, his eyes sharp. “Don’t psychoanalyze me.”“I’m your wife,” I said. “I’m allowed to worry.”“She’s nothing,” he said.“Then why are you this angry?” I asked. “Why does everything feel like it’s about to break?”He stared at me for a long moment. Then he looked away again.“I loved her once,” he said quietly

  • DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH   Plane

    Melanie’s POVA woman stood a few steps away from us, near the coffee stand. Tall. Slim. Dressed in a cream-colored coat that hugged her frame effortlessly. Her hair fell in soft waves down her back, and when she laughed at something the man beside her said, it was light and familiar.Too familiar.Richard’s jaw tightened.My chest sank.“You know her,” I said quietly. It wasn’t a question.He didn’t answer immediately. His eyes stayed on her, unreadable, distant, like he’d been dragged into a memory he hadn’t planned on revisiting.“Yes,” he said finally. “I do.”Something cold slid down my spine. “Who is she?”He exhaled slowly. “Her name is Claire.”The way he said it, soft, restrained, told me everything he wasn’t saying out loud.Before I could ask more, she turned.Her eyes met Richard’s.Recognition flashed instantly across her face, followed by surprise… then a small smile.“Richard?” she called, stepping away from the man she’d been with.My stomach twisted.He hesitated for

  • DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH   Plane

    Melanie’s POVA woman stood a few steps away from us, near the coffee stand. Tall. Slim. Dressed in a cream-colored coat that hugged her frame effortlessly. Her hair fell in soft waves down her back, and when she laughed at something the man beside her said, it was light and familiar.Too familiar.Richard’s jaw tightened.My chest sank.“You know her,” I said quietly. It wasn’t a question.He didn’t answer immediately. His eyes stayed on her, unreadable, distant, like he’d been dragged into a memory he hadn’t planned on revisiting.“Yes,” he said finally. “I do.”Something cold slid down my spine. “Who is she?”He exhaled slowly. “Her name is Claire.”The way he said it, soft, restrained, told me everything he wasn’t saying out loud.Before I could ask more, she turned.Her eyes met Richard’s.Recognition flashed instantly across her face, followed by surprise… then a small smile.“Richard?” she called, stepping away from the man she’d been with.My stomach twisted.He hesitated for

  • DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH   The Journey

    Melanie’s POVThe hum of the engine filled the car, steady and cold, like a reminder that there was no turning back.I watched the road stretch ahead of us, the city blurring past the window, but all I could really feel was the tension sitting between Richard and me. It was thick. Heavy. Unforgiving.“Are we not staying a while in the city?” I asked, breaking the silence.His hands tightened slightly on the steering wheel. “No.”Just one word. Flat. Final.“We’re going straight home.”I turned to look at him properly then. His jaw was clenched, his eyes fixed forward, dark circles faint but noticeable. He looked… worn.“You don’t look good,” I said quietly.That earned a short, humorless chuckle. “You expect me to look good after finding out you once slept with Xavier?”The words hit harder than I expected, even though I knew they were coming.“That’s what this is about?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “Richard, that was in the past.”“Don’t,” he snapped. “Don’t try to brush

  • DARLA FIN:THE HEIRESS'S WICKED REBIRTH   Lunch

    Darla's POVThe apartment felt quieter than it had earlier, like the walls were holding their breath along with me.Xavier had ordered lunch as soon as we got in. Nothing fancy. Just simple food, neatly arranged on the dining table. The smell should have made me hungry, but my appetite was dull, pushed aside by the thoughts crowding my head.We sat across from each other, the clink of cutlery the only sound for a while.I watched him carefully as he ate, the calm way he moved, the way he seemed completely at ease. I envied that calm. Mine felt borrowed, fragile.“Xavier,” I said eventually, breaking the silence.He looked up. “Yeah?”I pushed my food around my plate, then met his eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me about Melanie?”His fork paused midair.I watched his face closely, waiting for defensiveness, irritation, anything. Instead, he sighed and set the fork down slowly.“It was a long time ago,” he said. “Before you. Before a lot of things.”“That doesn’t answer my question,” I sai

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