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CHAPTER 5 Nothing Happened

Penulis: Luna Hart
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-02 12:20:02

Dinner felt normal.

That was the worst part.

Chloe was talking about a new campaign she wanted to pitch at work, laughing halfway through her own sentences the way she always did when she was excited. I responded when she looked at me. Smiled when expected. Nodded at the right moments.

Damian sat at the head of the table.

Calm. Collected. Polite.

If someone had walked into that room, they would have seen nothing unusual. Just a father, his daughter, and her best friend having dinner in a quiet, expensive house.

He passed the bread to Chloe without looking at me.

He asked about her meeting tomorrow.

He corrected the house staff gently when something was missing from the table.

He did not look at me longer than necessary.

He did not let his hand brush mine.

He did not acknowledge the office.

He did not acknowledge the door.

He did not acknowledge anything.

It was as if the night before had folded in on itself and disappeared.

Chloe kept talking.

I kept listening.

I felt smaller by the minute.

I would have preferred anger. At least anger would have meant something lingered.

This felt like erasure.

At one point Chloe laughed at something I said and reached across the table to squeeze my hand.

"You're staying another week, right?" she asked.

I hesitated.

Before I could answer, Damian spoke.

"That's up to her."

His tone was even.

Neutral.

Not cold.

Just distant.

I looked at him then.

He met my eyes for half a second and then looked away.

Like it didn't matter.

Like I didn't.

The rest of dinner passed without incident.

When Chloe excused herself to take a call upstairs, the house fell into a different kind of quiet.

He remained seated.

I stood.

"Are we just going to pretend?" I asked.

He didn't look up immediately.

"Pretend what?"

"That nothing happened."

He set his glass down slowly.

"I didn't say that."

"Then what are you saying?"

Now he looked at me.

His expression was controlled, but there was something underneath it. Tension. Irritation. Something he was trying to keep contained.

"It was a moment of weakness," he said.

The words came out sharper than I expected.

Sharper than he probably meant.

They landed hard.

My chest tightened instantly.

"A moment of weakness?" I repeated.

He looked away briefly, toward the far wall, as if the space between us had become too direct.

"That's not what it was."

"It shouldn't have happened."

"That's not the same thing."

He stood then, pushing his chair back with controlled precision.

"It crossed a line."

"We both crossed it."

"That doesn't make it right."

"Right for who?"

"For everyone."

The answer was immediate.

Too immediate.

"Everyone?" I asked. "Or Chloe?"

His jaw tightened.

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Twist this into something it isn't."

I felt heat rise to my face.

"You brought me into your office."

"And you followed."

"Yes," I said, my voice unsteady now. "Because I wanted to."

The admission sat between us.

He didn't respond right away.

He walked around the table slowly, stopping a few feet from me.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he said quietly.

My eyes stung.

"I'm not playing."

"You think this is simple."

"I think you're pretending it meant nothing."

His gaze hardened slightly.

"I didn't say that."

"You called it weakness."

His silence stretched just long enough to confirm it.

"That's what it was," he said finally, but his tone had softened, less sharp now, more restrained.

"Yours or mine?"

The question left my mouth before I could stop it.

He inhaled slowly.

"That's not the point."

"It is to me."

For a moment something flickered across his face. Not regret. Not apology. Something closer to conflict.

"In front of my daughter," he said, his voice lower now, controlled again, "nothing happened."

The words were steady.

Final.

They cut deeper than the earlier sharpness.

I felt it immediately.

"So that's it?" I asked. "We just erase it?"

"I'm protecting what matters."

"And I don't?"

His eyes met mine again.

"You don't get to make this harder than it already is."

"I didn't make it happen alone."

"I know."

The admission was quiet.

Barely there.

But it wasn't denial.

He stepped back slightly, creating distance where there hadn't been any before.

"This doesn't go beyond this house," he said.

It wasn't cold.

It wasn't cruel.

It was contained.

That somehow hurt more.

I swallowed, but the tightness in my throat didn't ease.

"You're the one pretending it was nothing," I said.

"I'm not pretending," he replied.

"Then what are you doing?"

He didn't answer.

That was answer enough.

I stepped back first.

Not because I wanted to.

Because I suddenly felt exposed standing there.

"Fine," I said quietly.

He didn't stop me.

He didn't reach for me.

He didn't correct me.

And that was worse than if he had.

I turned and walked toward the hallway.

The house looked exactly the same as it had before dinner.

Steady. Elegant. Untouched.

But I didn't feel untouched.

Behind me, I could feel his gaze.

Not warm.

Not soft.

Just control.

And that hurt more than anger ever could.

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