Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Unfaithful Lover: Kabanata 241 - Kabanata 250

VINA'S POVThe drive to Mr. Patrick’s house felt like it would never end. Every mile stretched like elastic, and every turn seemed to pull me further into a fog of anticipation. My fingers clenched the steering wheel tighter than necessary, and my breath came slow and deliberate, as if trying to hold back the weight in my chest. Every minute ticked by slowly, dragging my heart along with it like a stubborn shadow I couldn’t outrun. I had been there once— years ago— when Patrick was very sick. As his boss, it was my duty to check on him. But today’s visit was different. This wasn’t about protocol, courtesy, or even sympathy. This was about truth. And I had come for it.When I finally pulled into the compound, I noticed Ivy and Scott had just arrived too. Their car was parked near the entrance, its engine humming low, cooling from the journey. I stepped out of mine, adjusting the hem of my jacket and bracing myself for what lay ahead. My eyes scanned the quiet surroundings as I reached

VINA'S POVThe way Scott gripped the gun, it was so clear— he was ready to end every life in the house. His eyes had no mercy, just pure rage and desperation. My heart raced, pounding like a drum in my chest."I thought we were on the same side?" I asked, staring at the gun pointed right at me. My voice trembled, but I needed answers.Scott didn’t even blink. "Yes, I was… until I realized we can’t win. Working with you won’t bring me anything," he said coldly.I stepped back slowly, shaking my head. “What benefit, Scott? There’s nothing to gain if your father doesn’t get the justice he deserves,” I said. I tried to reach the Scott I once knew— the one who stood for truth for some. But maybe he never existed.He gave a small, bitter smile. “I’ve heard this same story Patrick just told since I was sixteen. I used to wonder why my father kept repeating it... until I asked him.” He looked at me like I was the fool. “His answer made me understand. I had to marry one of you. Vina, being the

VINA'S POV We walked into the Norman’s mansion like we owned the place. No— like two lead characters in an action movie heading into enemy territory. Ivy’s steps matched mine. Confident. Focused. We weren’t here for small talk. We were here for a reason.The hallway stretched endlessly, and with each step closer to my room, my heart pounded louder. My fists clenched. I could feel Ivy’s tension beside me. We were almost there when Nina appeared like a shadow in the dark, stepping out from the corner.“You both didn’t say you were coming over,” she said, surprised.We froze. Ivy looked at me. I looked at her. We didn’t answer. Our silence said enough.“Are you both staying overnight?” Nina asked, her tone sweet— too sweet. “Should I tell the maids to prepare your rooms?”Something about her sudden warmth didn’t sit right with me. She was never this kind. Not to me.Ivy smiled— fake and forced. “Would we let you know” ivy replied, her voice calm but sharp.Nina returned the smile, her e

VINA'S POVI stood beside Ivy, my heart racing, but my voice calm and clear. “We know you killed our father,” I said, looking straight at Richard. “Just because of the company. He owned sixty percent of it.”His expression didn’t change, but I saw the flicker of something in his eyes. Something like guilt— or fear.Before he could say a word, Nina’s voice cut through the room. “Why would you accuse my husband of murder?” Her face twisted in confusion and disbelief.I didn’t flinch. “There’s a lot you don’t know,” I said coldly. “And if you do know and you’re pretending, both of you will spend a long time in jail.”“Keep your dirty mouth shut!” Nina shouted at me.I smiled instead. It was the kind of smile that came when you finally knew you had the upper hand. “Do you know our father owns sixty percent of Noir Elixir?” I asked, locking eyes with her.She blinked and shook her head. “What are these kids talking about?” she muttered, turning to Richard. “Nathaniel didn’t leave sixty per

VINA'S POVI stood there, frozen, as the weight of the document settled in my hands. My heart thudded in my chest like a war drum. My fingers clutched the edges of the paper tightly, the crisp sound of it rustling the only thing grounding me in that moment. My father had bought sixty shares of Noir Elixir before he was killed. Sixty. That number echoed in my mind like a chant. This document wasn’t just some dusty old paper— it was proof. Solid. Undeniable. Irrefutable.Ivy stood beside me, just as stunned, her breath caught in her throat. Her fingers trembled slightly as she passed the paper over to Nina. The movement felt slow, delicate, like we were handling a loaded gun. I watched Nina’s eyes, unblinking, as they scanned the document line by line. Slowly. Carefully. As if every word printed on that sheet was a heartbeat waiting to stop.Then she let out a breath. A shaky one. “So it’s true,” she whispered, voice fragile. And then began to say some stories about how she meet my dad.