Semua Bab HE CHEATED, I CHOSE THE TWIN ALPHA: Bab 61 - Bab 68

Getting to the party, the first thing I noticed was how alive the place felt. Soft music floated through the air, mixed with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Lights glowed everywhere, warm and expensive-looking, the kind of glow that screamed rich people only.That was when we saw Olivia.She stood a few steps away from the entrance, looking completely calm and composed, like she belonged there more than anyone else. Her posture was straight, her chin lifted slightly, and her outfit was so clean and elegant it almost hurt my eyes. She wasn’t trying too hard—she didn’t need to. Everything about her screamed high profile.Cynthia slowed her steps and leaned closer to me, lowering her voice.“Isn’t this one of the girls that follow the twins?” she whispered.I nodded slowly, my eyes still fixed on Olivia.“Yes,” I murmured back.Cynthia’s brows furrowed as she studied Olivia more carefully. Then she asked another question, her voice barely above a breath.“Was she the one who invite

All eyes turned toward Cynthia.The sharp sound of the shattered glass had pulled everyone’s attention to us, and for a second, it felt like the entire room was holding its breath. My heart slammed painfully against my chest as I felt the weight of dozens of gazes pressing down on us.I forced a smile.A fake one.One that didn’t reach my eyes.“It was a mistake,” I said calmly, even though my insides were burning with fear.The room relaxed almost immediately. Conversations resumed. Some people laughed it off. Others turned back to their drinks like nothing had happened.Just like that.Life continued.I exhaled slowly and leaned closer to Cynthia.“Calm down,” I whispered harshly. “Getting scared won’t get us out of here. It will only make things worse.”She swallowed hard, her hands trembling slightly.“We just need to plan how to survive,” I continued quietly. “That’s all that matters now.”Her breathing was uneven.“And if we had left earlier when I told you to,” I added, unable

I muttered the words without thinking. The moment they left my mouth, I felt it.Cynthia’s eyes lifted to mine.They were wide, filled with confusion, and in that instant, my heart dropped. I knew I had messed up. Badly. She didn’t know anything about my divorce. She didn’t know about the mess my life had become, or how everything had fallen apart so quietly. I had planned to tell her—eventually. When the time was right. When I had the courage.But now she was hearing it this way.In the middle of a stupid game.Her gaze stayed on me for a few seconds longer, shock and confusion tangled together, before she slowly looked away. That hurt more than I expected. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t even glance at me again.I wanted to explain. I really did. I wanted to tell her that I wasn’t hiding it because I didn’t trust her, but because I was scared. Scared of pity. Scared of judgment. Scared of reopening wounds I had barely managed to close.But she didn’t give me the chance.My eyes

Seeing the letter made me flinch at first, my heart jumping slightly. But that fear didn’t last long. Almost immediately, it was replaced with anger. Pure disgust.“What the fuck?” I muttered.What did she even want with them?I didn’t want the twins. I didn’t need them. They were all hers if she wanted them so badly. And who even sent this letter? How did they get into my room? The questions made my head ache.My fingers tightened around the paper until it crumpled. I walked to the window, shoved it open, and threw the letter out without a second thought.Bullshit.Who gives a fuck about them anyway? Who cares? I didn’t want them. I didn’t want their attention, their games, or their drama. If anything, I wanted distance—complete distance.I clenched my jaw, anger bubbling inside me. I wished I could see her face-to-face, just once, so I could tell her clearly: Girl, I don’t need your men. I don’t want them. I don’t want to see them. I don’t care about them. They were shady, dangerous