I Tried To Be A Good Girl, But My Past Won’t Stay Burried のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

I came to sitting up, which felt dramatic considering all I'd done was fall and mangle my head a bit on something metal. The room swam like someone had turned the lights down on the world and then brightened them back up wrong. My hand was grabbed and when I focused, there he was—Leonardo Lionetti—my boyfriend of seven years, all sun-warmed skin and the kind of dangerous domesticity that looks good in a sweater. Brown hair, brown eyes that always look like they're cataloguing whether you're worth saving or worth keeping around for dinner. Hands big enough to hold the steering wheel for both of us and small enough to fidget when he's pretending not to be worried. "You're awake!" he said in a relieved tone. Relief. Note that. Save for my gratitude list. Maybe I'll play with him a bit. "Who're you?" I asked. Leo flinched and—rather dramatically—put my hand back down on the bed like he didn't want to start a riot over a question that obviously came from my brain being temporarily unco

He invited me to a resort, and I didn't know why until we pulled up to the entrance. The place was familiar—the kind of familiar that made my stomach twist. The same resort Leonardo and I used to sneak away to when we wanted to show each other our relationship was still good. Luigi didn't explain anything, just smiled politely and suggested a walk. I followed, curiously. We walked along the cobblestone path, past the little café that used to make my favorite cappuccinos, past the koi pond where Leo once told me he'd never hurt me. The path curved upward until we reached the cliff railing overlooking the water—the same cliff. The same view. And there he was. Leonardo. Holding Anna by the waist. In our spot. For a second, I felt something sharp twist through my chest, but it wasn't heartbreak—it was disgust. And maybe, buried beneath that, the faintest flicker of satisfaction. He wasn't even trying to be original. The same spot, the same fireworks later, probably the same words.

"Damn, you found out," I said with a small, knowing smile. I let her think she'd outsmarted me, but truthfully, I'd only let her find out because I wanted to see her next move. "Then as my best friend, you can't tell anyone at all." Anna blinked, still processing. "So... Leo was the one who was fooled?" she asked slowly. "You haven't lost your memory and you're still dating Luigi? Bonnie, what do you think you're doing? I'm going to tell Leo you're faking!" I tilted my head, letting her threats hang between us like perfume in the humid air. "Are you sure you want to tell him and pull apart all the happy things happening to you right now?" I asked. "You'll be able to stay with Leo forever, remember?" Her lips tightened. "You're pretending to be an amnesiac. Once he knows you've been lying to him and that you slept with Luigi on purpose, do you think he'll still want you?" I smiled faintly—slow, deliberate, the kind of smile that never reaches the eyes. "Well, nothing I do will dest

Motherfucker. He actually knew I didn't lose my memory. I'd been pacing the stone path outside the resort for what felt like an hour, the warm night air doing nothing to cool me down. My mind was spinning. That smug bastard—he'd known all along. Every kind word, every gentle touch, all of it... willingly. But why? What was his angle? Why hadn't he called me out? Was he waiting for me to slip up, to confess? Or was this all part of whatever mind game he'd been playing since the start? "Why're you here, Bonnie?" I froze. My head whipped around, and there he was—Luigi, hands in his pockets, looking unfairly good in the dim resort lighting. Damn him for having timing like a ghost. "I got hungry and went looking for a restaurant," I lied smoothly, keeping my voice casual. "But this place is huge, and I got lost." He didn't know that I knew. Which meant the game was still on. "I'm hungry too," he said simply—and before I could blink, he bent down, scooped me clean off my feet, and t

"What?" Leo's voice cracked. All the color drained from his face—he looked like someone had kicked his chest in. Luigi, on the other hand, didn't even blink. He stood there like a marble statue, unreadable as ever. Anna laughed, her crutches shaking slightly as she leaned forward. "You tell me all the time she loves you very much and that when she recovers she'd never let go of you," she said mockingly. "But she never lost her memory in the first place, and she's still with Luigi. And why is that, Leo? You should know—because she doesn't love you at all!" Leo flinched. Anna was on a roll now, drunk on her own chaos. "She knows you betrayed her, so she turned around and found a new man! Someone who could give her a better life," she spat, eyes flicking toward Luigi. "But you, Luigi! I don't get it! How could you fall in love with your brother's girlfriend? You think just because you can give her the best of everything, you're good? You think if you had nothing, she'd still sleep wi