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Chapter 62: Time Of Truth
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The One I Can't Escape Chapter 62: Time Of Truth
The mood in the house shifts, but it’s not relief. It’s something colder. Quieter. Like a storm has passed and left a stillness too perfect to trust.Dad has gone back upstairs, retreating to his study. The door clicked shut behind him nearly an hour ago, and no one’s heard a sound since.Oliver and I are in the kitchen, pretending to clean up plates we barely touched. The roast sits half-carved, candles flickering lower, casting long shadows across the tile.Isabella is nowhere to be seen.And yet… I feel her everywhere.The silence stretches like a rubber band pulled tight. I can feel it in Oliver’s tense shoulders as he rinses the same glass over and over. I feel it in my own skin, prickling, restless.“She’s too calm,” I say finally.Oliver doesn’t look up. “You think she’s faking it.”“I know she is.”He sets the glass down, slowly. “You think she’s going to do something?”“I think,” I say, voice low, “that we just blew up her fairytale. And people don’t like living in ruins.”Ol
The One I Can't Escape Chapter 61: The Collapse Behind the Smile
For a moment, the world doesn’t move.No one breathes.No one speaks.No one dares to blink too loud.The words “postpone the wedding” hang in the air like broken glass suspended mid-fall—dangerous, delicate, and impossible to ignore.Isabella's smile doesn't falter right away.It stays painted on her lips like it always does—pearl white and razor-sharp.But her hands betray her.One tightens into a fist in her lap. The other trembles as it reaches for her wine glass.She doesn’t sip. Just holds it. Like if she lets go, something else might shatter."You've decided," she says, voice soft—too soft. "Just like that?"Christopher’s eyes flick toward her. “It’s not just like that, Isabella. You know it’s not.”She laughs, low and bitter. “Do I?”There’s no hysteria in her tone, no raised voice. It’s worse than that. She’s calm. Controlled. Like a storm that’s given up on thunder and now only floods in silence.“I started preparing everything,” she says, her gaze fixed on the dark red swir
The One I Can't Escape Chapter 61: No More To Say
The hours crawl.We keep pretending to do things—dishes that don’t need washing, rooms that don’t need cleaning. At one point, Oliver suggests we go out for a walk just to “breathe air that doesn’t feel like it’s holding its breath.” But we don’t. We stay. As if stepping outside might mean missing something.Something like him coming back.But he doesn’t.Isabella barely speaks. She’s called his phone six times since breakfast and left three more voicemails, each sounding more forced and brittle than the last. She’s tried texting, emailing—even tried calling his sister again, only to get the same uncertain reply: “He hasn’t contacted me.”By noon, she’s sitting at the kitchen island with her laptop open but untouched. Her coffee’s gone cold. Her robe replaced by a crisp blouse and jeans like she’s trying to force normal back into place. But nothing about her posture says normal. She sits stiff, jaw tight, foot tapping against the tile like a ticking bomb.Oliver and I are curled up on
The One I Can't Escape Chapter 61: The Edge of Silence
The hours crawl.We keep pretending to do things—dishes that don’t need washing, rooms that don’t need cleaning. At one point, Oliver suggests we go out for a walk just to “breathe air that doesn’t feel like it’s holding its breath.” But we don’t. We stay. As if stepping outside might mean missing something.Something like him coming back.But he doesn’t.Isabella barely speaks. She’s called his phone six times since breakfast and left three more voicemails, each sounding more forced and brittle than the last. She’s tried texting, emailing—even tried calling his sister again, only to get the same uncertain reply: “He hasn’t contacted me.”By noon, she’s sitting at the kitchen island with her laptop open but untouched. Her coffee’s gone cold. Her robe replaced by a crisp blouse and jeans like she’s trying to force normal back into place. But nothing about her posture says normal. She sits stiff, jaw tight, foot tapping against the tile like a ticking bomb.Oliver and I are curled up on
The One I Can't Escape Chapter 58: The Fallout
The room doesn’t move. Time seems to stretch on, unhurried, as Isabella sits there, her face slowly darkening. The air feels thick, heavy with the words that just dropped. Dad's declaration hangs between us like a weight, and I can feel the tension pulling tighter with every second that passes.Isabella’s jaw tightens, her fingers curl into fists in her lap. I know her well enough to see the anger building in her, but she’s trying to keep it contained, trying to make it look like she’s not as upset as she truly is. But it’s hard to miss the fire in her eyes, the way she sits a little straighter, her back stiffening with every second of silence that follows Dad’s announcement.“You’re postponing the wedding?” Her voice is cold, controlled, but there’s something raw underneath, a sharpness that makes me feel like I’m watching a volcano ready to erupt. “After all the planning, after everything we’ve gone through… You’ve decided to just cancel?”Dad sighs, rubbing his temples as though he
The One I Can't Escape Chapter 57: The Return
The evening feels too still.We’re in the living room, but none of us are really in the room. The TV is off. The lights are low. The sky outside has darkened into that deep navy-blue that makes everything inside seem colder than it really is.Oliver sits beside me, one leg bouncing restlessly, chewing his thumbnail—something he only does when he’s genuinely nervous. Isabella paces behind the sofa, her heels clicking softly against the tiles like a metronome counting down to something we can’t see yet.She’s already done a full sweep of town. Called every number in Christopher’s contacts that she could find. Visited two of his colleagues. Asked his sister. Nothing.“He’s never done this before,” she mutters under her breath. “Never just… vanished.”Oliver looks over at her. “Maybe it’s time to call the police. File a report or something.”I nod. “They need to know he’s missing.”But Isabella shakes her head immediately, arms crossed tight over her chest.“I’ve checked,” she says, voice
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