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118 - DREAD

ผู้เขียน: Krystal Key
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-07-05 04:44:21

Cheryl’s POV

I woke up to a storm in my body.

The ceiling above me swayed slightly, like the walls of a ship rocking at sea. I blinked up at it, feeling the weight of nausea press down on my chest. My forehead was slick with something unpleasant—sweat or maybe the humidity—and my throat tasted like copper and cotton.

I closed my eyes again, willing the feeling away. Not today, I pleaded internally. Please, not today.

But my stomach groaned in protest, churning like something soured. I touched my forehead, and it was clammy, the kind of stickiness that made my skin feel two sizes too tight. The air in the room was thick, stale even. I hadn’t opened the windows the night before, and the warmth trapped in the space felt suffocating.

That had to be it, I told myself. Bad air. Stagnant heat. Nothing serious.

But deep down, I wasn’t convinced.

Still, I couldn’t afford to fall sick. My wedding was a week away and the sports event was today, and if I even hinted to Oliver that I wasn’t feelin
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    CHERYL'S POVThe sun was still up when I left the bar, but everything felt darker.I walked faster than I meant to, like if I didn’t get home quickly enough, the weight of what I just heard might catch up and pull me down into the pavement. I didn’t cry. Couldn’t. I think I was too stunned for that — like my body hadn’t gotten the message yet that my heart had just shattered into a thousand quiet pieces.Aiden had a son.A whole son.A four-year-old.And not just that — a wife. A past he conveniently called a “situation” in passing, one that had apparently involved vows, and a marriage, and sex that created a child who now existed in this world — breathing, laughing, probably asking questions no one was answering.And yet, when I asked about Bianca, Aiden shut down like I’d pried into something I had no business knowing.You can’t completely trust him.Bianca’s voice echoed in my head like a record stuck on repeat. He’s going to leave you. He always does.No matter how much I tried to

  • The Roomie Complex   163 - LITTLE FELIX

    (Bianca’s POV)Cheryl watched me like she didn’t trust me, and I didn’t blame her. I wouldn’t trust me either. Especially not if I were sitting across from a woman who once had my husband’s voice on speed dial — who knew how he looked when he lost control, when he lit up a room, when he stopped pretending to be the man everyone wanted him to be.But I wasn’t here to pick a fight. Not really.I was here to tell the truth. Or at least my version of it.I leaned back against the booth, tracing the rim of my glass with a lazy finger.“You want the story,” I said, voice calm. “Fine. I’ll give you one.”Cheryl didn’t speak. Just waited.“His name wasn’t always Aiden. Not to me. Not to most of us. He used to go by Lorenzo. Lorenzo. He used to work for a mafia Alejandro”Her expression didn't shift, it was as if she already knew but the tension lingered in the air between us, heavy and old and sharp around the edges.“We met four years ago,” I continued. “At a party I wasn’t supposed to be a

  • The Roomie Complex   162 - SEEKING BIANCA

    (Cheryl’s POV)Morning came in slow, heavy waves. I blinked against the pale light leaking through the curtains and shifted slightly under the sheets. The space beside me was cold. Still untouched. Aiden hadn’t come to bed.I stared at the ceiling for a while, trying not to think. Not about Bianca. Not about the way Aiden's voice had tightened last night. Not about how the silence between us had suddenly become louder than any argument ever could be.But of course, my mind betrayed me.You don’t know him like I do.Bianca’s voice echoed again, low and smug, curling around my thoughts like smoke. The way she said it, the way she’d looked at me — not with pity, but certainty — it had planted a seed I couldn’t shake.I closed my eyes again, hoping for sleep to drag me back under, but it didn’t come. Only more thoughts. More doubts. More of that damn bathroom scene, playing on loop.With a frustrated sigh, I sat up and pushed the covers aside. The air was cooler than expected, like the a

  • The Roomie Complex   161 - PROBLEMS

    (Aiden’s POV)I watched her. Quiet. Still. Hurt.She was standing in the doorway like she didn’t know whether to run or stay and fight. And I couldn’t blame her. I’d seen that look before — not on her, but in the mirror. When I was trying to decide if I should walk away from everything I’d built, everyone I’d become.“Tell me what happened with Bianca,” Cheryl said, soft but steady.I knew this moment would come. The way she looked when she came back from the restroom, the tension in her jaw, the distant look in her eyes — she’d seen something, heard something. And now, here we were, standing at the edge of a cliff I wasn’t ready to jump off.“Cheryl,” I began, but the words were dry in my throat. “It’s not important.”“It’s not important?” she echoed, and for the first time, her voice had some heat behind it. But then, just as quickly, it cooled again. “Okay. So you don’t want to talk about it.”“It’s not like that.”“No?” She gave a short, humorless laugh, brushing a hand through h

  • The Roomie Complex   160 - ITCH

    (Cheryl’s POV)I slid back into the booth and forced a smile. My heart was clenching tightly behind my chestAiden was watching me. His fingers toyed with the rim of his glass, eyes scanning my face like he was reading a language he half-understood. I didn’t flinch. Didn’t let anything show.“You okay?” he asked.I nodded, reached for my drink, and took a long sip of lemonade I couldn’t even taste. “Yeah,” I lied. “Just needed a moment.”He didn’t press. Maybe he didn’t want to ruin the night. Maybe he didn’t want to admit that he saw something crack in me the second I walked back. Or maybe... maybe he knew exactly who I ran into.“Ready to head out soon?” he asked gently, like I was made of glass.I smiled again. A little tighter this time. “Sure. I feel a bit dizzy” which was in fact the truth.We left the bar not long after. The air outside was crisp, cool enough to raise goosebumps on my arms, but I barely noticed. Aiden slid his jacket off and wrapped it around my shoulders witho

  • The Roomie Complex   159 - BIANCA AGAIN

    (Cheryl’s POV)For the first time in what felt like days, I was at peace.Aiden’s hand was in mine, the music was soft and old-school, and the buzz of the little bar wrapped around us like a blanket. It wasn’t loud or flashy. No half-naked dancers. No smoke-filled VIP lounges. Just soul music and his whiskey-glazed eyes watching me like I was the only woman in the world.God, I needed this.I leaned into the booth cushion, swirling my straw around the ice in my lemonade. He caught me staring and raised a brow, the corner of his mouth curling like he knew exactly what I was thinking.I gave him a teasing smirk. “What?”“Nothing. You’re just... quiet.”I shrugged. “I’m just glad we’re okay.”And I meant it.After everything — the warehouse, the screaming, the tears — I didn’t think we’d make it back to this place. I didn’t even think I deserved it. But here we were. Safe. Soft. Still breathing.I told myself right then and there that I’d never be that stupid again. No more sneaking out

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