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Chapter 16: Built On Deception
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Celina’s eyes drifted to Gabriel’s sleeping face. The slow rhythm of his breathing was supposed to calm her, but tonight it only made her chest feel tighter, angrier. “You always keep your phone close,” she whispered, barely louder than the night air. “You never let me see your emails.” His phone rested on the nightstand, screen dark but close enough to reach. She’d noticed it every night, how guarded he was. How distant. Her gaze slid over to the coat draped on the chair—the one he tossed carelessly but always left behind. Her fingers twitched, remembering the stiff paper she’d pulled from the coat pocket earlier—the business card. Andrea Velasco-Reyes. The name she didn’t want to hear again, but couldn’t forget. Celina swallowed hard, her throat tight. She slid out of bed quietly, the floor cold against her bare feet. Her hands trembled as she picked up her laptop from the desk. The screen lit up her face, cold and pale. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard, hesitant.
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At Andrea’s kitchen The coffee machine sputtered to life, filling the quiet kitchen with a familiar hum. Andrea stood by the counter, absently stirring sugar into her mug, her mind drifting. Her phone buzzed once on the marble counter, then again. Unknown number. She hesitated. Probably a spam call. But something tugged at her. She reached for the phone and pressed the green button. “Hello?” she answered, voice casual. A pause on the other end. Then a man’s voice—pleasant, polite, clipped with a slight accent. “Good morning. May I speak with Mrs. Reyes, please?” Andrea blinked. “Speaking.” Another pause. Then a slight stumble. “Ah—actually, I was looking for Mrs. Andrea Velasco-Reyes. This is from Maribelle & Co., regarding her couple shoot with Mr. Gabriel?” Andrea’s fingers froze around the handle of her coffee mug. “I’m sorry, what?” “Couple Shoot,” the man repeated, still professional but now a little uncertain. “It was booked under that name. We just need final detail
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She held up the phone, her eyes sharp as she pointed to the screen. “Whose photo is this?” Her voice was steady but edged with suspicion. Gabriel’s hand stopped mid-motion, the towel slipping slightly as he paused, caught off guard. His expression flickered for a moment—surprise, then something unreadable. “What?” he replied, trying to keep his tone casual, but the hesitation in his voice betrayed him. The simple question hung in the air like a challenge, an invisible line drawn between truth and secrets yet to be revealed.Celina stayed calm, her voice steady but firm as she dropped his phone onto the bed. “You forgot to lock it.” The small act felt like a quiet accusation, but her eyes never wavered. Gabriel stared at the screen like it was something dangerous, his usual confidence faltering. Celina knows she needs to know the truth, so for the second moment like this, she did everything to get his phone.“Celina, what are you talking about?” he asked, trying to sound innocent, b
Your Husband's Real Wife Chapter 16: Built On Deception
"Did you bring drama or dessert?" Liza, Andrea's sister asked, opening the door with a raised brow and a towel slung over her shoulder. "Wine," Andrea muttered. Her voice was low, barely above a whisper. "Or whiskey. Whichever numbs faster." Liza blinked, immediately stepping aside. "Okay. That kind of night?" Andrea walked in without answering. Her bag slid off her shoulder and hit the floor with a soft thud. She headed straight for the couch and sank into it like her bones were heavy. "You okay?" Liza asked, closing the door and following her sister with careful steps. "No wait—stupid question. Hang on." Liza returned from the kitchen moments later, two glasses in hand and a half-empty bottle of red. She poured generously, then handed Andrea a glass. "Tell me when to stop," she offered. Andrea took the glass without a word and drank. Liza sat across from her, studying her face. “You look like crap. Beautiful crap, but still. What happened?” Andrea set her glass down, leaned
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“Seven-thirty,” Celina murmured, glancing at her phone.She shifted on her heels, clutch still firm in her hand.He’s just caught in traffic. He said he’d leave early.Another minute passed.Her fingers refreshed the messages again. No new text.Just Delivered.She smiled at the mirror, adjusting an earring. “Maybe he’s parking. Maybe he’s just—”A ping.Hope sparked—only to find a tagged photo on her feed. Guests already posing, the event in full swing. Laughter. Lights. Clinking glasses.Her smile trembled.She stared at her phone, thumbs hesitating before she typed:“Are you still coming?”She hit send. Waited.Nothing.Just Delivered again.Celina inhaled, straightened her shoulders, then gave herself one last look.The shimmer in her dress dulled beneath the ache in her chest.“I’m not waiting forever,” she whispered, forcing a shrug. “Just one night.”She grabbed her coat and walked out.---11:42 p.m.Gabriel: “Got pulled into something urgent. I’m sorry, babe. Rain check?”Cel
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Celina didn't even have a courage to ask Gabriel about what Marissa told her. She's afraid, and she doesn't want the truth to came into his own mouth, probably not this time. "What's so funny?" Celina asked, nudging Gabriel with her knee as they curled up on the couch. He chuckled, eyes glued to his phone. "Just a meme. You won’t get it—office stuff." She leaned in. “Let me see.” Gabriel tilted the phone just slightly away, still smiling. “Nah, it’s stupid. You’ll just roll your eyes.” Celina gave a half-laugh, forcing lightness into her voice. “That bad, huh?” He grinned and locked the screen. “Terrible. You want tea or wine?” "Tea," she replied, watching the way he casually set his phone beside the couch cushion, face down. "You?" "Wine, probably. Need to unwind.” He stood and stretched, then headed to the kitchen. Celina’s eyes flicked to the phone. She blinked hard and looked away. Don't be paranoid. It’s nothing. He returned moments later with a glass of red and her c
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