Semua Bab BORROWED LOVE ON ICE : Bab 131 - Bab 140

MELISSA’S POV Davis and I had spoken two days ago, but those forty-eight hours stretched like months inside my chest. Every second dragged, weighted down by silence, gnawing at my patience until it felt like my skin was buzzing. Rationally, I kept telling myself that I needed to trust the process, that Davis knew what he was doing and that he wouldn’t waste time if there wasn’t something worth chasing. But rational thought didn’t quiet the storm inside me.Every passing hour without answers replayed that night in my head again and again, like a cruel film loop. The dizziness, the blurred faces, the taste of that drink in my mouth that suddenly felt wrong, the camera flash—or what I thought was a flash—and then blackness. And then waking to accusations I couldn’t fight. No matter how I sliced it, I kept circling back to the same point: Xavier didn’t believe me and someone out there wanted it that way.But the not-knowing—that was the worst. I was restless. I kept pacing the apartme

MELISSA’S POV“This can’t be true,” I muttered to myself, pacing the room, though the evidence was right in front of me. The truth was very clear, so sharp it cut me even as I tried to deny it. No matter how I twisted it in my head, no matter how much I wanted to bury it under excuses, there was only one undeniable fact: this could not have gotten to me if not through Marco.My phone buzzed violently in my hand, pulling me out of my spiral of thoughts. A vibration. A notification. My heart leapt to my throat. It was Davis.I scrambled to unlock my phone, my fingers fumbling on the screen as though I was racing against time. A WhatsApp message popped up from him. My pulse spiked. I tapped it open sharply, almost stabbing the glass with my fingertip.And then the world around me stilled.It was photos. Actual images.My breath caught, stuck in my chest, refusing to move as I scrolled.The first showed the guy in the hallway, stopping the waiter who was bringing my food. He was standing

KATRINA’S POV It felt so satisfying—so damn satisfying—watching Xavier tear Melissa down like that. For once, he didn’t look at her with those eyes full of love and pity. For once, he didn’t defend her or give her space to explain herself. He cut her off. He slammed the door in her face.I swear, in that moment, I felt like I could finally breathe so well again. Well done, Katrina! That little picture from Louis' stalker was all I needed. I read the moment perfectly and struck at just the right time—flawless execution.Finally.Finally, Xavier saw her the way I had always seen her—a liar, a manipulator, someone who didn’t deserve him. For so long, I had been the shadow in their relationship, the one lurking on the sidelines, biting my tongue while she soaked up all his attention. She had stolen what was mine, snatched the love I had nurtured for a long time, and turned him against me.But seeing him speak to her like that, shutting her down, shutting her out—it was like justice. It

MELISSA’S POV The doctor’s assistant finally called my name, and I followed her into the office. The air-conditioned room was cool, with that same antiseptic hospital scent clinging to it. The doctor—a man in his late forties with kind eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses—looked up and smiled warmly as if he’d been expecting me.“Melissa Brown?” he said, his voice steady and reassuring.“Yes, that’s me,” I replied softly, sitting down across from his desk.He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the desk. “Tell me what brings you in today.”I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how heavy my body felt. “Well… I’ve been feeling weak, really tired all the time. I eat a lot, and when I wake up with this terrible headache, I notice I put on some weight too, and I feel dizzy. My eyes—” I gestured at my face—“they’ve been puffy for days now. It’s… it’s not good for me, I'm a model and this could affect my career.”The doctor nodded thoughtfully, jotting things down in my file. “I see. W

MELISSA'S POV The next morning, my alarm jolted me awake. It was already 7:30am. I rushed to take a quick bath and called a cab. Just a few minutes later, we were already on the road to the studio. My heart was burning with rage, every mile intensifying the storm brewing inside me.Few minutes later, the cab stopped in front of the studio and for a long moment I just sat there, staring up at the tall glass building I once used to look at with pride. The place that had given me dreams, shaped my career, taken my sweat, my time, my dedication. Yet right now, all I felt staring at it was disgust. Betrayal. The urge to vomit.“Ma’am, we’re here,” the driver said, breaking me out of my spiral.I nodded, slipped a note into his hand, and stepped out. My heels clicked against the tiled pavement as I walked toward the entrance, my steps firmer than I actually felt. Inside, the familiar scent of polished wood and expensive air freshener hit me. Everything looked the same—the glossy floors, t