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Under the Weight of Deception Whispers Behind Glass
Chapter 18 The subtle click of the phone still echoed in Emma’s mind, though the conversation had ended minutes ago. She hadn’t understood a single word—only registered the stiffness in Benjamín’s posture. His back straight. His hand clenched around the receiver. That heavy silence that held more than just words: it held decisions. She tried to focus on the Tokyo report. Pretended to go over numbers, compare dates, send an email. But she couldn’t stop thinking about that "uncle." Matthew Carter. The name had flashed on the screen like a silent warning. From her desk, she could still see Benjamín’s silhouette behind the frosted glass partition. He hadn’t moved since the call ended, as if something inside him had been violently rearranged. He didn’t rub his face. Didn’t sigh. Didn’t allow himself to show anything. But Emma—who had once loved him, who still remembered how he blinked when he lied, how he pressed his lips together when unsure—caught the faintest twitch in his left eyeb
Under the Weight of Deception Glass Office, Iron Walls
Chapter 17 The keyboard clattered in the office, but it wasn’t the usual sound of focused work; it felt more like a distant echo in a space where everything seemed overly restrained. Emma typed quickly, her brow slightly furrowed, sensing how every movement of her hands was accompanied by glances that deliberately avoided hers, as if she were an alien element on a meticulously arranged chessboard. Benjamín entered the meeting room with his usual flawless confidence, yet Emma noticed something different. His bearing was still impeccable, but his movements were stiffer, almost calculated. He greeted her without meeting her gaze, a curt nod replacing the usual polite ritual. He sat across from her, his expression unreadable. "Let’s begin," Benjamín said, his voice firm but stripped of its usual warmth. "I want an update on the project's status." Emma nodded and opened her folder. “So far, the team has met all deadlines. The latest financial report shows an 18% increase over the previ
Under the Weight of Deception What the Eyes Remember
Chapter 16Anne arrived at her apartment carrying a blend of exhaustion and an unease she couldn’t shake off. She closed the door behind her, leaving behind the warmth and the tangled emotions shared with her family, and stepped into the cold, orderly, lifeless space she had come to call a refuge—her life as Emma.As she undressed, a shiver ran down her spine. A fleeting jolt, sharp enough to make her pause. It felt as though a shadow, a familiar presence, had brushed against her as she crossed the street. For a moment, she thought she’d seen Benjamín’s reflection in a nearby window—his face barely discernible in the twilight.Her heart skipped a beat. For a split second, the fear of being discovered—of her double life collapsing—froze her in place. But it was only a flash, a passing sensation.She shook her head, refusing to give it weight.She dismissed it as a trick of the mind, accumulated fatigue, or maybe just a distorted reflection. Pressing her lips together, she carried on wi
Under the Weight of Deception The Edge of Returning
Chapter 15Anne knew. She finally had a clear diagnosis. Her mother was facing an aggressive lymphoma, already in an advanced stage. The treatment was complex: chemotherapy, immunotherapy, strict monitoring. The doctors were honest. They promised no miracles—but time... time well spent. And that was exactly what Anne wanted to give her mother.She had spent entire days by her side. Managing symptoms, controlling her fever, helping her lie down on the most exhausting days. She accompanied her on short walks through the garden, listening to stories repeated so often they now sounded like final prayers. Every word her mother spoke was an anchor to the present, a caress on memory.“You have to take care of yourself, Mom,” she said one afternoon, holding her hand while helping her settle into the chair by the living room window.“Don’t worry so much about me…” her mother whispered, smiling faintly. “Worry about yourself, my Anne. You’ve lost weight. You look so serious. Your eyes say too m
Under the Weight of Deception Fractured Hearts, Unspoken Truths
Chapter 14The Walker house was still big.Too big for what they needed now, but not for what they once were. There were tall, white columns—solid, dignified—like timekeepers at the gates. Wide windows that let sunlight cascade in amber sheets, and high ceilings that echoed with laughter no longer there. Though some laughs—the best ones—had returned.The scent of fresh-baked bread, lavender, and old polished wood lingered in the air. The oriental rugs were worn at the corners, the large gilt-framed paintings still hung with a touch of old pride. Beauty endured, even if it was no longer new. And the house, despite the years, kept that quiet elegance of places that once knew power… and lost it without collapsing entirely.Anne was home.Seated in one of the armchairs in the grand living room, cradling a warm cup of tea, she watched her family scattered across the space: laughter from the kitchen, voices rising from the old piano, hurried footsteps crossing the central hallway. The echo
Under the Weight of Deception Rooms Without Her
Chapter 13The tea had gone cold.The cup remained in her hands, lifeless, no longer offering warmth. Still, Emma held onto it, as if clinging to something—even something useless—might keep her from falling apart completely.The office was dim. Outside, the city moved along, indifferent. Distant traffic, muffled voices behind glass, anonymous footsteps. Everything seemed to function with mechanical precision—but without her.Since Benjamin left, the air felt different. Not worse. Just… altered. As if someone had moved the furniture in a room she knew by heart.It wasn’t sadness.Nor relief.It was something rougher. Blurred.She had hated him—yes. Still did, at times. Especially when he looked at her with that absurd mix of guilt and tenderness, as if she were a wound he didn’t quite understand. She hated him because he still knew exactly how to touch her anger, how to make her vibrate. Because he had the nerve to treat her kindly, as if nothing had broken, as if there weren’t blood s
Under the Weight of Deception No Reports, Just Food
Chapter 12 The next morning, after the day’s work at Ambercrest, the lights of Seoul seemed less cold. Victoria walked a step ahead, as if the city itself obeyed her. Benjamin followed silently, the tension from the recent reports still beneath his skin, though increasingly less rigid. Lucas brought up the rear, alert like a director watching his actors try a new scene. The workday was officially over. But Victoria knew the real conversations rarely happened in meeting rooms. Still, approaching at first was difficult. After that last gesture with the tteokbokki and Benjamin’s ambiguous reaction, a thin layer of distance lingered between them. Not rejection, but that uncomfortable edge of the unspoken. It didn’t last long. As they left the financial district behind, Benjamin began walking closer—not because he wanted to say anything, but because he no longer needed space. Or perhaps because the silence between them had ceased to be a barrier and had become a possibility. “Where
Under the Weight of Deception Silent Alliances
Chapter 11 The city stretched beneath them like an energized electric circuit. Lines of light traced avenues, interrupted only by the erratic glow of a drone or the shadow of a tower. Seoul did not sleep. It simply changed its rhythm. From the window on the 25th floor, Victoria observed the urban layout. Cold, contained, precise. She always knew what she was doing. Always. She chose cities as she chose words: for their utility. And Seoul, with its aesthetic of control disguised as innovation, was the ideal setting. Strategic minimalism. Packaged modernity. Perfect for what Ambercrest needed to project. She turned with measured elegance. Walked toward the conference room with confident steps, heels that made no sound, a dress that demanded no attention yet commanded it nonetheless. She knew when to speak. She knew when to remain silent. And above all, she knew how to see the space Emma had left empty. That symbolic seat. That shadow without a body. It wasn’t just absence. It w
Under the Weight of Deception Almost Her
Chapter 10 The clock had struck 9:17 when Emma stepped into her office. Now, it was nearly ten. On her screen, the technical team’s preliminary plan laid out charts, timelines, and leads, as if the entire world could be organized with logic. She was trying. To stay organized. To manage herself. What she felt. But the only thing she managed to do was work. Every click, every email, every forwarded note was another thread in a flawless web. If her soul had cracks, her system didn’t. Benjamin had asked her to oversee the process. Not to lead. Not to intervene. Just to be there. A silent witness. A presence that left no trace. She opened a spreadsheet. Reviewed the assigned leads for every touchpoint with Ambercrest: internal relocations, protocol reviews, legal cross-checks. Everything flowed through her. No one noticed. No one saw her. Except him. And that, precisely, was what she couldn’t stand. *** “Ambercrest is delivering,” said Lucas, unfolding a series of graphs o
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