บททั้งหมดของ TRUTH OR DARE: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity.I sat for my first CAT and passed. Damien got his first big gig in Paris. He goes to the office three times a week and spends the rest of the day being a photographer and capturing beauty. He's still looking for the perfect person to take his position after he resigns from the company next year. I'm so happy that Camille let him keep fifty percent of the shares of the company. He totally deserves it.In the midst of all the madness, we moved into our new home.A huge house that's a little far from the city. The house is brand new and we actually bought it from a brilliant architect who is friends with Damien. He was building it for himself and his family. When he was almost done furnishing the house, his wife got a job abroad and they had to move. So he sold it to Damien at a generous price.The house was finished at the perfect time because we needed a new home after getting married.The house is an emblem of perfection. From the

We sit in silence for a long moment before Camille puts away her tea and clears her throat."Look." She says. "Caleb is the perfect husband. But I'm far from the perfect wife. We had spent twenty years together, doing everything and going everywhere and trying to be the perfect parents for our twins. I just started getting bored of it all. But I didn't want a divorce. Caleb is my best friend and I still wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. But I just felt like I wanted to explore with other men. I didn't find my husband attractive anymore. And we were not having sèx anymore. So I told him I wanted to start seeing other people.""And he was okay with it?""Yes." She nods. "Just like me, he also didn't want a divorce." "So you started seeing the bodyguard?" I'm shocked. "Wasn't that too painful for him everytime he saw him?""Caleb is mature." She smiles. "He didn't give a fùck. As long as I was happy. And as long as I wouldn't leave him. That was the agreement. He wasn't jeal

DANIDamien turns to look at me with a hopeful and sympathetic look on his face."Yes." He smiles. "You know you can tell me anything. I'm your husband. That's my job."My heart shatters at his sweet words. I ruined his life and his mother's life. He shouldn't be sweet to me.I bury my face in my hands and burst into tears again. I've had bouts of brutal meltdowns since finding out that I'm the one responsible for Camille's accident. I didn't just put Camille in a wheelchair, I also murdered her boyfriend. I deserve to die.The worst part is just how wonderful and warm Damien is. When he pulled me close for a hug earlier, I couldn't stand being in his arms. The guilt was burning every inch of my skin when he touched me. So I pulled away and ran upstairs. I know he thinks that I'm all teary because of Vanessa but I'll let him believe that for now. I can't tell him the truth. It will ruin everything.Damien walks back to the bed and sits next to me. He wipes the tears away for the milli

My stomach drops."What... what did he say?" I stutter."Nothing." He says. "I hang up before he had the chance to waste my time. Why would he call my office?"Relief washes through me. My pulse starts to slow down. "I don't know..." I sigh. "He's probably still angry that you put him in prison.""He deserves to rot there after what he did to you." He glances at his watch. "Gotta go. I have a meeting in a couple of minutes with some investors."Damien puts the cup of coffee away and stands from the bed. He packs the macbook in his black briefcase and bends to kiss me."It's date night." He whispers. "Wear something nice."That brings a little smile on my face. Since we started doing date nights, he's never once forgotten about it. Infact, he's always the one who reminds me. I wonder if we'll still do date nights once he finds out that I'm responsible for the accident..."Are you okay?" He looks down at me in concern."Yeah." I force a smile. "You should get going. Can't wait to see y

DANIThe doorbell rings.I toss my sketching book aside and walk to the door.Camille stands at the door, her bodyguard behind her. Sometimes I wonder if she would cheat on Caleb with this bodyguard too. I push away the stupid thought and force a smile."Camille!" I say. "You didn't tell me you were coming.""It's my son's house." She chuckles. "This is like my second house. And you are like my daughter. Not the one who died. That one was an addict and she drugged her way to death."She rolls into the house and we have some coffee and cookies. She looks like she hasn't slept for days. Her eyes are red and tired.Camille says nothing for the next twenty minutes. She finishes the cookies in her bowl and proceeds to finish her coffee."How's my son?" She asks."He's..." I pause. "Grieving.""Men are so weak, right?" She laughs. "Look at Caleb. He hasn't left his bed since the funeral. And now after a week, my son is still grieving. I'm the mother of the woman who just died and I'm fine.