MOAN For me MONALISA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Tricia took it upon herself to find out the truth.She didn’t tell me a thing. Not a word. But I could feel something was changing in her. She was quieter around Donald. Her eyes would follow him across the room. She’d go silent whenever he entered, and sometimes, she’d excuse herself just to avoid being alone with him.She was suspicious. Dead serious suspicious.She was convinced Donald had something to do with the video and the text I received.She believed he was behind it all.She believed he did it to keep me away from Jayden… so he could have me all to himself.At first, it sounded crazy—even to her—but the more she watched him, the more her gut told her she was right.And when she caught him with a second phone—the one he always made sure to hide when someone walked in her suspicion became rage.But instead of confronting him right away, she watched. She waited.She followed him quietly, tried to find out who he was calling, who he was texting, what he was hiding.She knew it.

Tricia took a slow, hesitant step forward, her hands nervously rubbing the back of her neck as if trying to ease the weight of guilt pressing down on her. Her eyes, wide and unsure, followed Donald’s every movement as he turned away and made for the kitchen exit.But before he could disappear, she reached out, almost desperately, and clasped his hand, stopping him in his tracks."I want to say something, please hear me out," she said softly, her voice almost cracking.Donald pulled his hand away, his jaw tight with irritation."I'm not in the mood to listen to your talks. I'm exhausted. It's been a long day. I need to go to bed," he muttered, not even looking at her.Tricia’s heart clenched at his cold tone. Panic bubbled up in her chest as she rushed ahead of him and blocked the doorway with her body, spreading her arms slightly like a barricade. Her voice trembled, but she stood firm."I'm not going to let you leave until you listen to me.""I'm not going to listen, and you can't fo

Tricia had been complaining about a headache all morning.I kept telling her to rest, but she insisted she was fine, brushing it off like it was just a whisper in the wind. After a while, I suggested we grab something to eat, hoping some early lunch might help ease the tension pounding in her head.She agreed with a weak smile, and we got dressed and headed to the restaurant nearby.At the Restaurant...Jayden strolled in first, tall and confident like he owned the place. The waiter recognized him and respectfully guided him to a table by the glass window. He nodded in appreciation, flashing that charming, infuriating smile of his as he took his seat.His eyes casually scanned the menu, but I could tell he wasn’t there for food. He was waiting for someone.Just a few minutes later, the entrance door swung open, and in walked a stunning young blonde woman. She couldn’t have been more than twenty-two. She was the kind of beautiful that turned heads. Slim waist, full curves, and skin so

"You… what? You love me?" I whispered, my voice shaky as I tried to push myself up on the bed.Donald quickly leaned forward, his warm hand pressing gently on my shoulder. "Hey… relax. Don’t try to get up. You’re still weak." His eyes softened, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Uh… yes. I do. Tricia loves you… and I love you… and you love me. Don’t you love me?"I just stared at him, my head tilting slightly, my brows knitting together in confusion. My heart beat faster, but not from weakness, there was something in the way he said it, like there was more behind his words."What… are you saying, Donald?" I asked, my voice a mix of curiosity and suspicion.He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head like he was trying to play it off. "What I’m saying is… I’m just glad you’re okay. You gave us a scare, you know that?"Guilt pricked at me. "I’m sorry…"His hand lingered a little longer on mine. "No. You don’t have to be. The doctor said your blood pressure dropped. Yo

I arrived at the restaurant where I was supposed to meet Jayden.The moment my hand touched the door handle, a wave of anxious heat brushed over my skin, making me stop right there. My breath came quicker, and my chest felt tight, as if my heart was knocking hard to be let out.For a moment, I closed my eyes and took in a slow, deep breath."You can do this," I whispered to myself, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. Then I pushed the door open.The place smelled like coffee and fresh bread, warm and inviting, yet my stomach churned with nerves. My eyes scanned the room until they landed on him, Jayden James Bruno, sitting at a corner table, one hand resting on the table, the other scrolling on his phone like he had no care in the world."There he is… living his best life," I muttered under my breath, rolling my eyes. My heels clicked softly against the floor as I walked toward him."If it isn’t Mister Jayden James Bruno," I said, letting my voice drip with sarcasm.He looked up,