Semua Bab My Unfaithful Lover: Bab 131 - Bab 140

JASON'S POVTwo weeks before I met Emma on a dating app, I had met someone else— Vina. She was unlike anyone I had ever been with before. She was different from Hannah, my ex. Unlike Hannah, who always struggled with communication and seemed emotionally distant, Vina was the complete opposite. Talking to her was effortless. Conversations with her flowed naturally, without any awkward pauses or forced small talk. She had this way of keeping me engaged, making every discussion feel meaningful and enjoyable.Vina was funny, smart, and full of life. She asked the right questions, making me feel like she was genuinely interested in getting to know me on a deeper level. There was never a dull moment with her. Every text, every call, and every conversation was filled with laughter, teasing, and an undeniable chemistry. It was refreshing— something I hadn’t experienced in a long time. My last relationship had been filled with misunderstandings and awkward silences. But with Vina, everything f

EMMA'S POVI couldn’t stop thinking about the metal bat I saw in Angel’s room. The image of it kept playing in my head like a broken record, refusing to leave me alone. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again— heavy, solid, and dangerous. It wasn’t just any bat; it was something far more threatening. The sleek, polished metal reflected the light in a way that made my stomach twist with unease. It was the kind of weapon someone would use if they wanted to make sure their victim wouldn’t get up again.A shiver ran down my spine at the thought.Why would she have something like that?I tried to convince myself that maybe I was just overthinking things. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe she had it for protection, or maybe it was just for sports— though I had never seen Angel play baseball a day in her life. But no matter how much I tried to push the thoughts away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to it.Something dark.A regular person wouldn’t keep a bat like that

EMMA'S POVThe way I ran into the house was like never before. My legs felt weak, but I didn’t stop. My heart pounded so fast that I thought it might explode. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last. I didn’t even bother to check if anyone was watching me. My only concern was Jason.I needed to see him. I needed to make sure he was okay.As soon as I got inside, my eyes darted around the room, scanning every corner until they landed on the couch. There he was— Jason. He was lying there, his body still, his face peaceful. But was he really fine?Panic surged through me. What if something had already happened? What if I was too late?I rushed over to him, my hands shaking uncontrollably. My fingers trembled as I reached out and touched his arm."Jason?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. I leaned in closer, my breath shaky.For a moment, there was nothing. No response. My heart dropped, and fear gripped me like a cold hand. But then, slowly, his

EMMA'S POV For about three hours after Angel’s outburst on live TV, Jason and I sat in the living room, struggling to come up with a solid plan to bring her down. Every idea we thought of had a flaw, and frustration started to creep in like a slow, unwanted guest. It was as if we were trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces, and the more we thought about it, the more impossible it seemed.Jason leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers restlessly on the wooden table. The sound was soft but irritating, like a clock ticking too loudly in a silent room. He exhaled sharply, clearly tired of our back- and- forth discussion. “I think involving someone else would be better. Let’s see his fthoughts on this,” he suggested, his voice carrying a note of desperation.I didn’t even need to ask who he was referring to. I knew exactly who he meant, and I shook my head immediately, my response firm and final. “Nope. Not after what he and Daniel did to us.”Jason frowned, clearly disagreeing

ANGEL'S POV I’ve always believed that being rich gets you everything. I mean, that’s what people say, right? If you have money, you have power, connections, and everything you could ever want. That’s what I was taught to believe growing up in a wealthy family where nothing was ever out of reach. My parents had money, a lot of it, and they made sure I never lacked anything. Expensive clothes, fancy cars, exotic vacations— I had it all. People looked at me and thought I was lucky, that I had a perfect life. But they were wrong. I learned that lesson the hard way— watching my best friend, Emma, get all the good things in life while I was left behind, wondering why my wealth couldn’t buy me the one thing I truly wanted: to be the person everyone admired. Emma and I grew up together. We were inseparable, or at least that’s what I thought at the time. Her family was average— neither poor nor rich, just normal. She didn’t have all the luxuries I had, yet somehow, Emma was always the one pe