The Girl He Didn't See のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

"Sir..." Juan's voice shook as he glanced at the rearview mirror.Daniel sat in back, cold and quiet. Whatever happened upstairs had wrecked him. He looked... off. Like someone had ripped the fight right out of him.Juan had never seen him like this.Vulnerable?The word surprised him. He never thought it could fit Daniel."Juan." Daniel's voice was rough, like it hurt to speak. "Check Noemi's contacts. Travel records. Everything.""Yes, sir."The veins on Daniel's temple throbbed. Vera's words kept slamming into his brain. Deep down, he never bought that Noemi was dead. Maybe Vera was just covering for her.He shut his eyes. Could still feel her wrist in his hand—thin, fragile.He called Raul. "Think you can pull the footage from that downtown café?"His throat tightened. Ivanna was all lies now. And Noemi? She wasn't the monster he made her out to be. Not even close.Daniel went straight to the hospital listed in her file. Set up a meeting with the neurologist who'd signed

Raul clocked the pain all over Daniel's face. Raised a brow. "What? Regretting the divorce now?"Daniel's eyes opened, but his throat locked up. Words just... stalled. His heart iced over.After a beat, he forced out a bitter smile. "Just found out. Noemi had a brain tumor. Malignant."Too heavy to carry alone. He needed someone—anyone—to say she was still out there.Raul's face darkened. His fists clenched, knuckles going pale.He knew she'd suffered—but not like that."I didn't even care about Ivanna that much," Daniel muttered. "It was about pushing back. My parents were trying to script my whole life. I chased Ivanna to prove I had a choice."Noemi and I were like siblings—I never felt anything. But they shoved us into marriage. I was pissed. Just wanted Noemi to give up."Raul snapped. "So your rebellion was torturing Noemi?"He hurled the glass to the floor. It shattered like thunder."I don't get it! What did she ever owe you? Or Ivanna? She took care of you every damn

Daniel hadn't answered for days. Ivanna figured he'd caught on to something.But now that he'd invited her over? Total relief.She went all out—hair, makeup, designer everything—ready to seal the deal for good.She'd barely knocked when the door opened.Daniel stood there.Ivanna smiled, all soft and sweet, trailing her fingers across his chest like old times. "Daniel, you finally called. I thought..."The heavy perfume hit him. His face tightened, eyes cold.He didn't shove her off, just stared—expression unreadable—as they moved upstairs in this weird, half-hug."Thought what?""I thought you didn't want me anymore." She pouted, cheeks flushing. "You're so mean, making me say it."Daniel gave a faint, mocking smile, hand pressing down on her shoulder.Ivanna giggled, eyes fluttering shut as she tilted her chin up, waiting for a kiss.Instead—sharp pain.She gasped as his thumb crushed into the base of her throat, cutting off her breath. Grip locked tight around her arter

"Daniel? What brings you here?"Samantha blinked, surprised—but already putting the pieces together.He'd barely shown up since marrying Noemi. The family hadn't said much—he was blind, and yeah, everyone knew the marriage wasn't exactly built on love. They gave him space.They'd thought a childhood match would work out. Guess not.Samantha's heart ached for Noemi just thinking about it.They'd waited so long for his sight to come back, hoping it'd fix things. Instead, it all fell apart.Daniel caught the mix of emotions on her face and hesitated. "Samantha... can I see the messages Noemi sent you?"She pulled out her phone, scrolling through the chat. "She sent me a video once. And some photos. Here."Daniel's chest tightened watching the girl in the video.Two years. That's how long it had been. She still looked like the Noemi he remembered—just thinner, paler. Light makeup, but her skin looked washed out. Her clothes hung off her, collarbones sharp."Mom, Dad, Daniel and I

Daniel scanned the room. Noemi's presence still clung to the air like a whisper.He slowed his breath, closed the window, drew the curtains.That's when he saw it—a red smear on the sheer fabric.Frowning, he looked down. The bandage on his palm was bleeding through again.He peeled it off, dabbing at the cut with a tissue. Calm. Focused.Noemi would come back. She had to. He needed to keep this room just the way she left it.Then he saw it—a notebook peeking out from under the pillow.The cover was pristine, like it meant something. He hadn't planned to open it.But his fingers moved anyway.On the first page, a delicate line of handwriting read:[This book is to record the one I love most.]That one line shattered him. Daniel doubled over, sobbing like a kid.He flipped through the pages, hands shaking.[Mom said I can finally marry Daniel! I've dreamed about this forever. I kept thinking about every time he looked out for me. I'm not just the little sister anymore—I get