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No Longer A Fool For You 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 51 - 챕터 60

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Drained

Matthew’s POV The sauce simmered softly on the stove, a rich, spicy aroma curling through the air. I gave it a slow stir, letting the warmth from the pan soak into my palm. The kitchen was quiet except for the gentle bubble of the pot and the faint hum of the fridge. Everything else was… calm. I glanced at the clock above the microwave. 7:47 PM. She should’ve been home by now. I turned off the burner, wiped my hands on the towel slung over my shoulder, and pulled the lasagna out of the oven. Golden brown. Cheese bubbling around the edges. It actually looked good—like I hadn’t just winged the whole thing off a TikTok recipe. I’d even lit the candles on the dining table. The good wine was already breathing in two glasses. I wanted tonight to be easy. Just dinner. Just me and Selene. No work, no arguments, no pressure. God knows we hadn’t had that in weeks. I was just setting the serving spoon next to the tray when I heard the front door creak open. Finally. I wiped

Fake Fall

SELENE’S POV The shower wasn’t helping. I stood there, motionless under the scalding stream, hoping the water would drown the thoughts clawing through my skull. But it didn’t. It only made them louder like steam unlocking all the doors I’d tried to close. The message played over and over in my head. "I know Your Secret the text had been" It was both anonymous and terrifyingly accurate. My chest tightened just remembering it. Who could have known how was the person able to get that picture I hadn’t told anyone except Ethan. The person didn't even respond to my text . I’d been holding my breath ever since, waiting for the fallout. Who sent it? Who could have known? As the water streamed down my back, my mind moved like a spinning compass with no north. I thought about who would have wanted to see my downfall at the party that night. All those faces, some smiling too much and some watching too quietly. And then her face flashed in my mind. Sarah.

Investigation

Selene's Pov As soon as the door to the living room clicked shut behind them Matthew carrying Sarah like some damsel from a bad soap opera I just stood there. Blank. And then I laughed. A small, bitter cough of disbelief escaped me. "What the fuck..." I dragged a hand down my face and let it fall. My other hand went up briefly, as if I was about to argue with thin air, then dropped just as fast. There was no point. Let them go play house. I had bigger things to worry about. Like the message. That damn message. I walked back into my room, shutting the door with my foot. I didn’t even bother locking it and If they wanted to accuse me of something else tonight, let them do that I was already tired. I sat at the edge of my bed. My fingers drummed on my knee and my mind moved in sharp, panicked circles. I needed to figure this out before it got worse. Before they figured it out. Before anyone else got that message. I needed someone smart. Resourceful. An

Argument

Selene's Pov I woke up with my stomach twisting like it had fought a battle in my sleep and lost. The kind of hunger that felt personal, like my body was punishing me for ignoring it the day before. I stretched, groaned, and blinked at the soft morning light that barely filtered through the curtains. I didn’t even check the time just grabbed my robe, shuffled to the sink, and brushed my teeth like a zombie on autopilot. I wasn’t thinking about Sarah, or Matthew, or the passive-aggressive silence that had filled this house last night. All I wanted was food. But halfway down the stairs, I paused. There it was the smell. Eggs. Something spicy. Tomatoes? It wafted gently through the house like a memory, confusing me. I blinked, checked the time on the wall clock. Just past five. None of the house staff would be here yet. They didn’t arrive until at least 6:30. So… who the hell was in the kitchen? I moved quietly, barefoot and careful, following the scent as it pulled

Found Her

Collin's Pov The boardroom was suffocating. All glass, chrome, and ego. I sat at the head of the table, laptop open, untouched more for appearance than purpose. My fingers were steepled beneath my nose, pressing lightly into the skin as I tried to will away the headache that had been building for the past hour. Helen’s voice cut through the air like a whip. “I still don’t agree. We can’t just shift our entire campaign focus to the AI assistant model. It’s not ready. The prototype is barely functional, and we haven’t even finished consumer testing.” I resisted the urge to rub my eyes. Here we go again. “We need real-time data,” Marcus countered, his tone tense. “Feedback from early users. If we wait for perfection, the competition will beat us to it.” I’d heard it all before. The idealists. The realists. The alarmists. The ones quoting Apple and Tesla like they were prophets, not anomalies. “You’re gambling,” Elena said flatly. “Launching a half-finished product is reck

Letting You Go

Selene's Pov I had been searching for the envelope for nearly half an hour, combing through every drawer in my study, flipping past legal files, receipts, and estate papers. .My fingers finally closed around the thick, cream-colored document tucked between two architecture contracts ironic, really. I had once drafted blueprints for our life together. Now, I held its demolition papers. The divorce papers. I stared at the envelope in my hand for a moment longer. My name was scrawled across the top in my lawyer's handwriting, crisp and emotionless. Efficient, just the way I’d asked. I wasn’t shaking. I should have been. But I wasn’t. I took a deep breath, smoothed down my silk robe, and stepped out into the hallway. The house was quiet the kind of quiet that made the walls feel too big. The staff hadn’t arrived yet, and the morning sunlight streamed in like it didn’t know it was shining on the last day of a marriage. I found Matthew in the lounge. He was seated on t

Bodyguard Needed

Selene's Pov It had been two months. Two long, silent months since I walked out of Matthew’s life and shut the door behind me literally and metaphorically. I hadn't spoken to him since, hadn't gone to the office either. I told myself it was to avoid drama, to give myself space, to heal. But deep down, I knew a large part of it was to avoid them him and his family. The first few weeks were rough. My phone buzzed constantly with calls from Matthew. I’d stare at the screen, heart pounding, thumb hovering over the decline button. Every call chipped away at my composure. It got to the point where I couldn’t sleep without checking if he had called again. So I did what I had to I changed my number. Peace came, but it was the kind that was quiet on the outside and chaotic inside. At least on the surface, things seemed to be going smoothly. I had started working from home, handling projects quietly, limiting contact with everyone except my assistant. I told everyone I

Undercover

Collin's Pov The suit fit perfectly. Tailored dark charcoal, crisp shirt underneath, no tie. Just enough to look polished just enough to blend in. But the kohl around my eyes… that wasn’t part of blending in. That was deliberate. A signal. A reminder to myself that I wasn’t just another applicant here. I wasn’t here to protect I was here to observe, infiltrate… and uncover. Still, as I stood among the other candidates outside the estate gate, I couldn’t help the flicker of unease rising inside me. I had worn disguises before. Assumed names, played roles, blended into environments without a second thought. But this one it felt different. I wasn’t sure if it was nerves or something else. And then the gate opened. We were ushered in by the assistant Lami, I’d learned her name was and the moment I stepped through the entrance, I saw her. Selene. And immediately everything inside me went still. She hadn’t seen me yet, but I saw her the second we entered the livi

Sick Dad

Selene's Pov I hadn't been to my father’s house in weeks. Maybe months, if I was being honest with myself. And it wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about it. I had. Several times. But every time I planned to go, something came up something always came up. And even when it didn’t, I just… couldn’t bring myself to go. But this morning, I woke up with a feeling. That kind of heavy, uncomfortable itch in the chest that doesn’t go away until you do something about it. So I told myself, today. The moment I stepped through the front door, I noticed it. Still and quiet, like always. The same scent of polish and age lingering in the air. But something about the atmosphere felt… stiffer. Like the house had been holding its breath. And then she appeared. The maid. I’d seen her before she wasn’t exactly new. But something about her still rubbed me the wrong way. I didn’t trust her and couldn’t trust her. Not with those eyes of hers. They always seemed too still, too watc

Who Is She

Selene’s POV I left the hospital earlier than I should have. The nurses called after me, probably confused, but I didn’t slow down. My heels clicked sharply against the marble floors, echoing louder than the thoughts in my head. I had one thing on my mind, and it was louder than anything else. Poison. That’s what the doctor said. Quietly. Carefully. Like it was a suggestion, not a diagnosis. But I heard him clearly. "His symptoms... they line up with chronic toxicity. We’re running more tests, but it looks like… possible poisoning.” My blood had run cold. The drive back to my father’s house was a blur. I could barely feel my hands on the wheel. I didn’t even bother telling anyone I was coming—not the driver, not the guards. I didn’t want conversation. I needed clarity. Because if what the doctor said was true, then someone was trying to finish what had already been done in another life. In my past life, it had been Matthew. He was careful about it then small doses,

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