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Chapter 104

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Daniel:

I saw Elena before I fully understood I was looking at her.

The gala had been moving exactly the way it was supposed to, smoothly, predictably, Maria’s event running with the kind of precision that made people assume it had assembled itself naturally instead of through weeks of work nobody would ever properly acknowledge. Investors talking too loudly over champagne, politicians pretending they cared about philanthropy, the usual performance. Then something shifted in the room. Not dra
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  • What We Pretended To Be    Chapter 104

    Daniel: I saw Elena before I fully understood I was looking at her. The gala had been moving exactly the way it was supposed to, smoothly, predictably, Maria’s event running with the kind of precision that made people assume it had assembled itself naturally instead of through weeks of work nobody would ever properly acknowledge. Investors talking too loudly over champagne, politicians pretending they cared about philanthropy, the usual performance. Then something shifted in the room. Not dramatically. Quietly. Like everyone had inhaled at the same time. And there she was. For a second my brain did something strangely unhelpful and tried to place her somewhere else. Somewhere old. Because Elena Moreau standing inside my present life felt wrong in a way I couldn’t immediately organize. The blonde hair was lighter now, obviously bleached, expensive, deliberate. Everything about her still carried that same careful polish she’d always had. Elena never entered spaces awkwardly. She ente

  • What We Pretended To Be    Chapter 103

    Maria: I woke up to the sound of the coffee machine and stayed in bed longer than usual, staring at the ceiling while the apartment slowly came alive around me. The last few days had settled into something strange between Daniel and me — not bad, not fixed either, just careful. We had gone back to our routines but softer around the edges, like two people moving around a bruise they both knew was there. I could feel it even before I got out of bed. The hesitation before speaking, the extra second of observation, the way we were both trying not to reopen something we hadn’t fully closed. By the time I walked into the kitchen Daniel was already dressed for work. Dark suit, coffee in hand, phone on the counter beside him. He looked exactly like himself again, which weirdly made me relax a little. At least one of us still knew how to function normally. “Morning,” I said. His gaze lifted immediately. “Morning.” I moved toward the cabinet for my tea while he watched me for a second too lon

  • What We Pretended To Be    Chapter 102

    Maria: I woke up before Daniel. The apartment was still quiet in that strange expensive way quiet feels in places this large — soft, controlled, like even the walls had been taught not to make noise before sunrise. For a few seconds I stayed in bed staring at the ceiling, trying not to replay the gala in my head. It didn’t work. Elena walking into the room. Daniel going still beside me. Arrangement. God. That word again. I pushed the blanket off and slipped out of bed carefully. Daniel barely moved, still asleep on his stomach, one arm stretched across my side of the mattress like his body hadn’t gotten the memo that things between us were currently strange. I looked at his hand for a second longer than necessary before leaving the room. The kitchen lights came on automatically when I walked in. I moved through the space on instinct more than thought — coffee for Daniel, tea for me, breakfast, something simple. Halfway through making his coffee I stopped. Actually stopped. Just sto

  • What We Pretended To Be    Chapter 101

    Maria: By the time the gala finally began emptying out, my cheeks hurt from smiling and my heels had officially declared war on me. People were still stopping me on their way out to compliment the event — the flowers, the seating arrangement, the donations, the press turnout. I thanked them automatically, nodding through conversations while my brain lagged several seconds behind my body. The room still looked beautiful, warm gold lighting spilling across white tablecloths, waiters moving quietly between tables, string music soft enough to disappear beneath conversation. Weeks of planning sitting right in front of me, polished and successful. And somehow the only thing I could think about was Daniel going still. Not surprised. Still. My mother found me near the exit while I was thanking an elderly couple from one of Charles Rothfield’s foundations. The second they walked away she stepped closer. “Mari.” I looked at her immediately. “Mama.” She studied my face carefully, not dramatica

  • What We Pretended To Be    Chapter 100

    Maria:Lily looked at me from across the room and I knew instantly that she had arrived at the same conclusion I had. Her hand lifted to her mouth. Mine followed a second later. Neither of us said a word. We did not need to. Some things settle between two people without language. They just arrive and sit there, whole and undeniable. Beside me, Daniel had gone completely still. That was what stayed with me — not Marcus, not Lily, not even the woman by the entrance. Daniel. I turned to him. “Daniel.” Nothing. He was looking straight ahead, fixed on the woman across the room with such complete focus that for one brief ugly second I could have vanished beside him and I do not think he would have noticed. I said his name again, lower this time. Still nothing. That was the part that hurt. Not loudly, not dramatically, just quietly enough to be worse. The man who noticed everything had noticed nothing. I took that in and put it exactly where it belonged. Before I could make the mistake of

  • What We Pretended To Be    Chapter 99

    Maria: The first time I saw the blog, Lily sent it to me with one text. Do not read the comments. Which was a ridiculous thing to say to someone like me because of course I read the comments. I read all of them. Then I read the post again. Then the replies under it. Then the older posts. Then the other posts linked under those. By the end of the hour, I was deep enough into that ugly little corner of the internet to feel vaguely humiliated by myself. Whoever was behind it had made me their personal project. Not just gossip. Not just speculation. Me. Entire posts dedicated to dissecting my marriage, my face, my family, my intentions, my clothes. A running commentary on what kind of woman marries a man like Daniel Rothfield and what she must have had to do to get him there. The worst part was that none of it was even lazy. It was specific. Mean in that deliberate way that told me this was not casual cruelty. This was studied. “Even born into money, she still carries herself like

  • What We Pretended To Be    Chapter 15

    Daniel: “Why wouldn’t I?” It comes out clean. Easy. Like it belongs there. Maria doesn’t answer right away. I can feel her eyes on the side of my face, searching for something I’m not ready to give. I keep my gaze fixed on the road, fingers steady on the wheel. It’s easier this way. If I look

  • What We Pretended To Be    Chapter 6

    The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was my phone.The second was that something about it felt… aggressive.Notifications stacked across the screen, one over the other, like they’d been building up overnight with nowhere to go.Most of them were from Lily.Of course.I squinted, still half-a

  • What We Pretended To Be    Chapter 18

    Maria:“I don’t think I’m competing with him anymore.”It doesn’t sound dramatic.That’s what makes it worse.Noah says it like he’s stating something obvious. Something he’s already accepted.I try to respond.“That’s not—”The rest doesn’t come.Because I don’t know what I’m correcting.He doesn’

  • What We Pretended To Be    Chapter 10

    Sleep doesn’t come.Not properly. Not the kind that settles into your bones and stays.I turn. Adjust the pillow. Flip it to the cold side like that might fix something. Check the time.2:14 a.m.Close my eyes.It’s quiet. Too quiet.And then—Do you want it to be?I open my eyes again.“Why would

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