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Author: Tummy
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-31 22:32:21
Absolutely. Here's the next chapter from Selene’s POV, just as you described—showing her return to the house alone, driven by instinct and suspicion, with the intention of investigating the maid’s room. The tone stays sharp, suspicious, and investigative, building psychological tension.

Selene – POV

The house felt eerily quiet when I stepped in.

Too quiet.

No rustling. No clinking of cutlery in the kitchen. No footsteps along the hallway. Just the hum of the AC and the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the sitting room.

I dropped my bag on the console table near the entrance and exhaled deeply. My father had been admitted. Stable for now, but the doctors still didn’t have a definite answer. All they could say was that whatever had affected him had been building for days. Days I hadn’t been called. Days that woman had been in this house, moving around freely.

I hadn’t wanted to make a scene back then—not when I was rushing to get him help—but I had looked her square in the
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  • No Longer A Fool For You    67

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  • No Longer A Fool For You    66

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  • No Longer A Fool For You    65

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  • No Longer A Fool For You    63

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