Lahat ng Kabanata ng No Longer A Fool For You : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Sarah's POV Sarah stood just outside the gate, the wind rustling the hem of her skirt as she stared down at the phone in her hand. Still no answer. Her fingers trembled as she hit redial, again. Collins. The name blinked back at her, as unresponsive as it had been for the past three months. “Pick up, pick up, pick up…” she whispered under her breath, jaw clenched. “Please.” Nothing. She dropped the phone away from her ear and swallowed hard. Her heart thudded against her chest—not from the call, but from everything pressing in on her. She had gone to Collins' apartment just last week. Waited for hours. Rang the bell. Asked the neighbors. Nothing. It was like he had vanished off the surface of the earth. And now? Now she was in trouble. Deep, ugly, unforgiving trouble. She had borrowed money—too much—from the wrong kind of people. She hadn’t meant to. She told herself it was just for a quick turnaround. Just a few weeks. Just enough to breathe. But the deadline had c

Selene's Pov I hadn’t even eaten since morning There was this hot emptiness in my stomach, gnawing at my insides like a rabid animal, but the rage boiling in my chest overpowered any feeling of hunger. My feet hit the tiles hard as I strode down the hospital hallway, barely registering the nurses greeting me or the faint antiseptic scent curling through the air. It was too early for visitors, but I didn’t care. My mind was restless. No, furious. The doctor’s words from hours ago kept repeating themselves like a curse on loop. “Food poisoning, Miss Henderson. And when I asked myself who had access to his meals, the first name that came to mind was Rina. That maid. That snake. I flung open the door to my father’s private hospital room. The stupid sliding thing banged against the wall, making the young nurse seated at the side jump. But I didn't even look at the nurse. My eyes zeroed in on her. Rina. Kneeling beside my father’s bed, with her head bowed

Matthew's Pov Selene stared at the phone in my hand, her mouth parting slightly. “Um... Matthew… it’s not... it’s not how it seems,” she stammered. Her eyes flicked between my face and the video still playing on the screen. I let out a bitter breath and stepped closer. “So tell me exactly, Selene,” I said, voice rising, “how does it seem?” I paused, jaw clenched. “Because, honestly, I’m trying hard to understand what exactly you’re doing today. But I can clearly see my wife in a public fucking restroom… with—man, I don’t even know. My voice cracked. “You have no shame, Selene.” Her eyes welled up. She looked away, but I didn’t stop. “You had to do it there?” I snapped. “Of all places, a restaurant? Where people could see you? You couldn’t even have the decency to hide it.” She said nothing. Just breathed hard. “If you actually wanted to get off that bad, you could’ve just come to me. You didn’t have to go screw a total stranger in some fucking toilet stall—!” I t

Selene's Pov I didn’t even know how I made it back into the car. One second, I was standing there with Matthew slamming the door shut in my face and shouting all kinds of threats… and the next, I was driving like I was trying to run away from my own skin. My hands were trembling as they held the steering wheel, but I kept going. Even with tears streaming down my face. Even with my nose blocked and my chest so tight, it felt like I had swallowed glass. I drove. Fast. Recklessly. But focused. I didn’t care about the tears. I didn’t care that I could barely breathe. I didn’t care that I was crying like a baby. For the first time in years, I was choosing myself. And that meant running from everything — from him, from the yelling, from the betrayal, from the weight. It felt like all the air in the world couldn’t fill my lungs. I sniffed, wiping my face with the back of my hand, then blindly reaching for the tissue in the side compartment. My vision blurred again, so I blinked hard,

Collins' POV Lami didn’t speak to me until the car rolled to a stop in front of the apartment building. She sat there for a moment, drumming her fingers on the steering wheel like she was trying to convince herself not to say what was already bubbling on her tongue. Finally, she reached into the compartment between us and pulled out a sleek black keycard. "Here," she said, holding it out to me without looking directly at my face. "That's the only one you'll get, so try not to lose it. Also... behave yourself in there. It’s not like I like you or anything, but" she said glanced at me quickly, her voice tight with annoyance "my boss chose you, so I have no choice but to accept that." I took the card, my expression unreadable. "I’ll try not to disappoint," I said simply. She snorted softly under her breath, then reached for the gearshift. I didn’t wait for a comeback as I pushed open the door, stepped out, and shut it behind me. Lami was already turning the car ar