บททั้งหมดของ My Father's Best Friend, My Obsession: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

~Matteo~The first time I saw the video, it had already taken on a life of its own, spreading across platforms faster than most stories ever did, replayed, dissected, shared, and reinterpreted by millions of people who had never met her but were suddenly convinced they understood her. It played on my laptop screen in sharp clarity, the resolution high enough to capture every tremor in her lips, every hesitation in her breath, every second she struggled to hold herself together, and as the audio filled the quiet of my apartment, I didn’t move or interrupt it, nor did I reach for the glass sitting untouched beside me. I simply watched.“My name is Elena…”I leaned back slowly, my fingers resting against my lips as I studied not just what she was saying, but how she was saying it. There was no polish, no rehearsal, no calculated delivery. What I was seeing was fear in its rawest form, and that was precisely what made it effective.By the time she said his name, “Richard Crawford,” the w

~Martin~The day had stretched longer than expected, meetings bleeding into each other until the hours blurred into something indistinct, and by the time I finally stepped out of the car in front of the house, the weight of everything I had been carrying since morning settled fully into my shoulders.Business had been demanding, more than usual, not just because of the numbers or the negotiations, but because every conversation now came with an unspoken layer beneath it, a curiosity people tried to mask but never quite succeeded in hiding.It followed me into rooms even when no one said it out loud.I adjusted my jacket slightly as I stepped inside, closing the door behind me with a quiet exhale. The lights were warm, steady, and the faint scent of something cooking drifted from the kitchen, soft and comforting in a way that made the tension ease just slightly from my chest.“Martin?”I looked up at the sound of her voice, and there she was, Natalie, walking toward me from the hallway

~Elena~I had just started to believe that the noise outside my life had quietened, even if only slightly, when Natalie arrived.The apartment felt warmer the moment she stepped in, not because anything physically changed but because she had a way of filling spaces without trying. She hugged me tightly at the door like she had been holding that hug back for too long, and I found myself smiling into her shoulder before I even realized I was doing it.“I missed you,” she said as she pulled back, already looking me over like she was checking I was still in one piece.“I’m still here,” I replied, trying to sound lighter than I felt, and that alone seemed to satisfy her enough to let out a small laugh.We moved into the sitting room almost naturally, like there had never been distance between us. Natalie dropped her bag on the couch and immediately made herself comfortable, kicking off her shoes and leaning back as though she owned the space. I liked that about her. She never treated me li

~Elena~The first wave came before I even opened my eyes properly, rising from somewhere deep in my stomach and climbing up my throat like it had been waiting for the exact moment I tried to breathe normally again, and I barely had enough time to push the covers aside before I rushed out of the bed and into the bathroom.I made it to the sink just in time.My hands gripped the edges of it tightly as my body folded forward, the nausea taking over completely, leaving me with no choice but to ride through it while my stomach emptied in short, painful bursts, my breathing uneven and my eyes watering from the force of it.“God…” I muttered weakly under my breath when it finally slowed, my forehead resting briefly against the mirror as I tried to steady myself, my reflection looking just as exhausted as I felt, pale and drained, my hair falling messily around my face.“Elena?”Natalie’s voice reached me just before she appeared at the door, her expression shifting instantly the moment she t

~Julian~The hotel room carried a strange kind of silence. I stood by the window for a while, hands in my pockets, watching the city move below without caring that I was in it. Cars drifted through the streets like scattered thoughts, people crossed roads with heads down, and somewhere in all that movement, my name was already being chewed up and passed around like it belonged to everyone but me.I turned away from the window and checked the room again. It was neat in that impersonal way hotels always were, like no one had ever lived inside it and no one ever truly would. The chair had already been pulled to the center of the space, facing the empty armchair across from it. Matteo had been very specific about the setup when we spoke. A clean frame and controlled lighting.I sat down and leaned back slightly, stretching my arms across the chair while I waited. My phone lay on the table beside me, screen dark, notifications piling somewhere in the background I did not care to check. E