บททั้งหมดของ THE WIDOW WHO NEVER WAS: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

ALIRA'S POV I stood up from the couch and kept on pacing back and forth in worry and confusion.I was a hundred percent sure and positive that Liam only proposed to Betsy a few months after my wedding to Alec but I wasn't even married yet and this was already happening.I suddenly got a call from my best friend Iris whom I hadn't spoken to in the longest of time.Aris and I practically grew up together but then she got her dream job and had to move to another country and she wasn't aware of whatever happened to me in my previous life before I died.“Alira!!! It's been a long long time girl…how have you been??” She asked as I picked up the call."I am exactly where you left me Iris.” I said."No dear don't be like that…you know what, I am currently in the country and I'll be at your house in a few." She said as I widened my eyes In shock.Hearing Iris say that she was in the country came as a huge surprise for me because I could remember she swore never to step her feet In the country

ALIRA'S POV I honestly froze the moment I saw it.Under the soft light of early evening, it was clear as day. The words written on it made my heart thud against my ribs:“You shouldn’t have said anything...Trust no one.”My hands trembled as I reached for it. I read it again, but slower this time. There was no signature, no hint of who it came from…Just those haunting words.I quickly glanced around, scanning the quiet street.Was someone watching me?A cold chill ran down my spine. I wrapped my arms around myself and stepped back into the house, locking the door behind me. My chest felt tight. If someone knew… if someone knew I had come back from the dead, everything could fall apart.The plan I was carefully putting together….the revenge, the silence, the mind games…it could all crash.I took the note with me, placing it on the kitchen counter as my thoughts ran wild.Who knew? How did they find out? Were they testing me?I needed answers and I needed something to calm my tho

ALIRA'S POV “You’re not the same, are you?” Liam asked again as he gazed intensely at me. “What?” I asked in Confusion.“You used to be... full of life…Fire. Now you’re just…hollow…what happened to that fire???”I clenched my fists. “I’ve been through things you wouldn’t understand.”“Try me.” he said as I looked away. “I can’t.”We stood in silence for a long time.Finally, he spoke again with a voice colder. “You can stay tonight…That’s all. Tomorrow, you leave.. I’m not your safety net, Alira. Not anymore.”I nodded slowly as my heart sank. “Thank you.”He walked away without a word and I could hear the shutting of a door so loud that the entire house shook. I lay on the couch, wide awake.The apartment was quiet, but my mind wasn’t.I thought about the message.I thought about Liam’s words.I thought about the way he looked at me like he loved me once but hated me now.How much of my past had I forgotten?And why did Liam seem to remember more than I did?I couldn’t sleep.

BETSY'S POVI couldn’t get Alira out of my head.The way she stormed out of the house earlier, the look on her face... something wasn’t right…I was pacing around my room when I went into my mother's room.Her door was still slightly open.Curiosity took over.I stepped inside quietly as I looked around for the remaining letters and that’s when I saw them.I picked one up, quickly scanning the words."He knew... he knew all along... and he said nothing..."My heart skipped.Another paper read: "I don't understand what's happening to me…it feels like my accident wasn't a coincidence.”I blinked rapidly."You should really learn how to knock," a voice behind me said.I jumped. It was Mom, standing by the door with a raised brow and a glass of wine in her hand."I didn’t hear you come in," I said, dropping the papers like they were burning my fingers.She walked in and shut the door behind her."What did you see?" she asked, her tone almost bored."Just... not…Alira's writing…I think she

ALIRA'S POVFor the first time in days, the house didn’t feel like a grave.Iris was here.She dropped her small overnight bag near the doorway and spun around with a bright grin on her face. “God, Alira, your place is so clean it looks like a furniture ad…. never gets old.”I laughed softly. “That’s because I never leave it.”“Well, lucky for you,” she said, kicking off her shoes. “You have a guest now and I brought snacks.”We settled in quickly. I warmed up some leftover pasta while she spread chips and cookies across the coffee table like we were teenagers again.I watched her move around like she owned the space and It felt comforting..Familiar…and normal.For a few seconds, I forgot about the message on my door, the nightmares, Liam, and even Alec.I needed this.After we both sat down in the living room with plates in hand, silence stretched for a bit, the kind where you know the real conversation hasn’t started yet.I finally broke it.“Iris... do you remember what happene