Semua Bab No Longer A Fool For You : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Collins Pov The car had barely stopped before I shoved the door open and jumped out. My chest was tight, anger burning through my veins like fire. I didn’t even bother shutting the car door properly—I stormed across the driveway and into the house. “Dad!” I shouted, my voice echoing through the grand hallway. My steps were heavy, almost stomping, as I moved deeper inside. “Dad!” “I’m right behind the—bar, son,” came his calm, unhurried voice from the hallway at the back. I didn’t wait as I marched straight toward him, fists clenched at my sides. . When I finally saw him, he was standing there with a glass of wine in his hand, looking as though nothing in the world could ruffle him. That calm expression only made my frustration boil hotter. “Dad, what was the meaning of that today?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “Why did you have to do something so—so embarrassing to me?” My father arched a brow, unfazed. “Collins,” he said slowly, with that maddening pa

Selene's Pov Yes… I was finally here. I had finally decided to attend the last family dinner, just as Matthew had insisted. It was strange, almost laughable, how those words “family dinner” sounded in my head. Did I even belong to this family anymore?. The moment I stepped into the event hall—the same one I had walked into the very first time after my rebirth as a calming sensation washed over me. It was odd, like stepping into a memory, except this time I carried with me something new: freedom. A taste of independence that no one here could strip away from me. My eyes swept over the table. Everyone was seated just as they always had been. Evelyn, Sarah, Martha… and Matthew. What caught me off guard was Mata. She was smiling at me. Her smile wasn’t wide, but it was there, sitting strangely on her faceWhich was unusual was and Sarah… Sarah was still Sarah. Her sharp, frowned expression stabbed at me the way it always had, her eyes filled with that familiar resentment. I ig

Selene’s POVSarah tossed her hair back and scoffed, her lips curling into that same arrogant smirk that always made me want to claw it off her face. “Whatever,” she sneered, her voice dripping with mockery. “You can talk all you wants, but I know I’m self-justified.”I blinked at her, Self-justified? Did she even hear herself?Mata’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as she pushed it back and rose to her feet. Her eyes burned like fire as she slammed her palm against the table. The plates rattled, a glass nearly tipped over. “Self-justified?” she barked, her voice sharp enough to slice the air in two.Sarah flinched but quickly covered it with another scoff.“You’re self-justified that you took a loan from a loan-shark and shoved the punishment on me too?!” Mata’s chest heaved as she pointed a trembling finger at her. “Made me take the fall for your reckless, idiotic choices? Tell me, Sarah, is that your grand definition of being justified?”I froze in my seat because I certai

Selene’s POVThe night air outside the event hall was sharp against my skin, cooler than I expected. I hugged my arms around myself, but it wasn’t the cold that made me shiver—it was the chaos still whirling in my head.I stopped by the wide steps, the muffled chatter from the hall fading behind me, and pulled out my phone. My thumb hovered over the screen as I scrolled through my contacts.Collins? My chest tightened. God, even seeing his name made my heart twist. Could I really call him after what Matthew had just thrown in my face? No. Not yet. I wasn’t ready to hear his voice, not when everything inside me was split open with confusion.Dad? I bit my lip. The thought of calling him felt even heavier. He’d only ask me why I was crying, why I sounded so broken. And what would I say? That his daughter’s entire life was a knot of lies and betrayals? That I didn’t even know who to trust anymore?I scrolled again, my finger moving without purpose, until it stopped on a name that made m

Collins Pov I couldn’t breathe. The sterile smell of disinfectant filled my lungs, but it did nothing to ease the heaviness pressing down on me. I stood outside the ICU doors, my body restless, pacing back and forth along the cold tiles. Every second felt like an eternity, every tick of the clock mocking me with how helpless I was. My hands dragged through my hair, tugging at the roots until my scalp burned. This is my fault all of it. If I had told her from the very beginning… if I had just been honest, none of this would have happened. The words played on repeat inside my head, cutting deeper each time. My chest tightened as the image of her flashed before me—her body on the road, broken, her blood staining the ground while her voice trembled, asking if it was the end. God, I could still hear it. I could still feel the way her weight went limp in my arms as I shook her, begging her not to leave me. I pressed my palms together, leaning forward, whispering hoarsely to no one.