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23: Dirty Secrets

Penulis: TheLadyAthena
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-27 13:52:08

Cheryse's POV

My hands trembled as I stirred the tomato sauce, the wooden spoon clattering slightly against the pot. I bit my lip, trying to force a smile into place—I always looked better when I smiled—and reached for the chopping board to slice the parsley.

But my mind wouldn’t shut up.

He looked different.

So fúcking detached, as if he was second-guessing everything, which shouldn't be happening.

He’d kissed me. Carried me. Held me like I mattered. That had to mean something, right?

Right?

Then why did it feel like he wasn’t really there?

Three years. Three damn years of my life I had given him—wasted on secret phone calls, hiding from paparazzi, being the woman in the dark. And then finally… I won. Delilah left, the divorce came, and Caleb came back to me.

Three years ago, months after his marriage,he chased me down. He said he should’ve never let me go back in college and that he married Delilah because of his father. That it was all arranged. That he didn't want her– but me.
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