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20. The Things We Refuse to Admit

Autor: Babzie
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-08-06 06:39:03

DARIO

The drive to Leah’s apartment was painfully quiet. She sat in the passenger seat with her head turned toward the window, watching the city lights slide past. Her hands rested neatly in her lap, though every now and then her fingers tightened around the clutch she still held. She hadn’t looked at me once since we left the event.

I kept my eyes on the road. Another red light. Another stretch of silence.

Finally, I spoke. “You’re not going to say anything?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Whe
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  • My Cousin's Fiancé, My Ruin   25. Number Twenty-Seven

    DARIOSomething about that answer seemed to surprise both of us. She didn’t argue. Instead she opened the pizza box.“So…” She looked between the couch and the coffee table. “I usually eat down here.”I glanced at the couch, then at the rug, then back at her. “You sit on the floor?”“It’s comfortable.”“It looks uncomfortable.”“You haven’t tried it.”I sighed. “I’ve already invited myself into your apartment. I suppose I can survive your floor.”“That’s the spirit.”She folded herself onto the rug with ease, crossing one leg beneath the other as she reached for a slice of pizza. I hesitated another second before lowering myself opposite her. She looked entirely too pleased with herself.“I knew you’d come around.”“I wouldn’t go that far.”“Now…” She reached for the remote. “…would you like to watch something?”“I don’t mind.”“Good.”“What do you mean, good?”“Because I already know what we’re watching.”The television flickered to life. A live baseball broadcast filled the screen.

  • My Cousin's Fiancé, My Ruin   24. More Than Sports

    DARIOI hadn’t intended to stay. The apology had been the only reason I’d come—apologize, shake hands, leave, and have her resume work the next day. That had been the plan. Instead I was standing in the middle of Ms. Derrin’s apartment while she looked at me as though she couldn’t quite decide whether to thank me or throw me back outside. And then she asked me to stay for dinner, adding that it wasn’t exactly gourmet, which I found unexpectedly amusing.She hesitated. “There’s enough for two, if you’re not in a hurry.”A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth before I could stop it. “Sure.”Almost on cue the doorbell rang. She hurried toward the door, muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like “Perfect timing.” I remained where I was, listening to the muffled exchange at the entrance. A minute later she returned carrying enough food to feed what looked like a small hockey team: one large pepperoni pizza, a bucket of spicy chicken, a loaf of coconut bread tuck

  • My Cousin's Fiancé, My Ruin   23. Stay For Dinner

    INDIGOI slept through half the movie. One minute, I was curled up beneath my throw blanket, balancing a bowl of popcorn on my stomach while some action hero attempted to save the world for the third time. The next, my phone was vibrating against the coffee table. I blinked at the dark television.“…What?”The room had grown noticeably dimmer. I rubbed my eyes, reached blindly for my phone, and squinted at the screen. 8:31 p.m. “…Seriously?” I had come home after lunch with Leah, promising myself I’d only lie down for an hour. Apparently, my body had interpreted that as sleep until evening.The phone buzzed again. Mum. I smiled, answering.“Hi, Mum.”“There you are!” she exclaimed. “I was beginning to think you’ve forgotten your mother.”“I could never.”“Mhm.” She didn’t sound convinced. “How was work today?”The question made me stare absently at the ceiling. “…Eventful.”“I hope that’s a good eventful.”I laughed softly. “It depends who you’re asking.”She hummed thoughtfully. “And

  • My Cousin's Fiancé, My Ruin   22. The Resignation

    DARIOLunch had been unusually productive. Rico peeled off toward Production halfway down the corridor, still talking about camera angles for Ethan Kovács’ interview.“I’ll have Graphics mock up two versions,” he said. “Just in case Marketing changes their mind again.”“They will,” I replied.“They always do,” Caleb added with a grin.He threw both hands into the air. “Exactly! See? Someone understands my suffering.”Caleb laughed. “I’ll send the final interview questions over in five,” he said, stopping outside his office.“Good.”Rico gave us both a lazy salute before disappearing into his own office. I continued down the hallway and pushed open my door.The production files were already waiting in the centre of my desk. I stopped. She’d finished them already. A small nod escaped me. Efficient. I set my phone down and reached for the stack—then noticed the white envelope resting neatly on top.I stared at it for a second. “…Please don’t be what I think it is.”I picked it up. The fi

  • My Cousin's Fiancé, My Ruin   21.This Is the Day the Lord Has Made… Why Did I Say I’d Resign

    INDIGOI tried not to think about last night, but that resolution lasted exactly three seconds.I hadn’t realized I was crying until I couldn’t stop. One minute I had been staring out the passenger window, watching headlights disappear into the darkness. The next, tears were falling so hard I couldn’t even form an apology. Caleb didn’t say a word. He didn’t tell me everything would be okay, and he didn’t tell me to stop. He simply pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the road, switched off the engine, and sat beside me in the quiet, waiting.When the tears finally slowed somewhere between ten and fifteen minutes later, I wiped at my face with both hands, mortified.“I’m sor—”“Don’t.” His voice was gentle. “You don’t have to apologize.”I looked down at my lap. A few seconds later a neatly folded handkerchief appeared in front of me. I accepted it with a quiet “Thank you.” He waited until I had composed myself before speaking again.“Your address?”I gave it to him, and the rest o

  • My Cousin's Fiancé, My Ruin   20. The Things We Refuse to Admit

    DARIOThe drive to Leah’s apartment was painfully quiet. She sat in the passenger seat with her head turned toward the window, watching the city lights slide past. Her hands rested neatly in her lap, though every now and then her fingers tightened around the clutch she still held. She hadn’t looked at me once since we left the event.I kept my eyes on the road. Another red light. Another stretch of silence.Finally, I spoke. “You’re not going to say anything?”She didn’t answer immediately. When she did, her voice was calm. “You embarrassed her.”I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. “It was an accident.”She turned slowly to look at me. “Was it?”I frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”“I watched you all evening, Dario.” The light turned green, and I drove on. “You kept looking at her. Like you despised her dancing with your brother. You spent our entire dance watching them.” She shook her head slowly. “And then… the first time she dances with you…” Her voice caught. “…her d

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