บททั้งหมดของ UNFAITHFUL UNTILL THE END : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

(Rose’s POV)The moment Benson stood up, I knew.Not because of what he said.But because of how normal it sounded.“I’ll be back. I need to change.”Simple. Casual. Routine.And yet, the second he turned toward the stairs, something inside me shifted sharply.Opportunity.Danger.Choice.I didn’t move immediately. That would be careless.I stayed where I was, fingers loosely wrapped around my glass, eyes calm, posture relaxed. I watched him walk away like nothing had changed.Step by step, he disappeared upstairs.The sound of his footsteps faded.Then silence took over.Not the quiet kind.The kind that feels like it’s waiting.Listening.I counted in my head without meaning to.One.Two.Three.Enough time.I placed the glass down gently, making sure it didn’t make a sound.Then I stood up.Slowly.Controlled.Every step I took toward the hallway felt louder than it should have, even though I wasn’t making a sound.My body was calm.Too calm.But inside, everything was alert.The t

(Rose’s POV)The night felt longer than it should have been.Not the kind of long that comes with restlessness or discomfort—but the kind that stretches quietly, like time itself was watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake.I didn’t sleep deeply.I couldn’t.Every sound, every shift in the house, every passing second kept me half-awake, half-alert. Even in the silence, my mind refused to rest. It stayed fixed on one thing—Benson.Everything about him required caution.Careful steps. Careful thoughts. Careful breathing.There was no room for error.I lay on the bed, staring into the dim ceiling, replaying everything that had brought me here. The risks I had taken. The decisions I had made. The lies I had told just to get closer to him.There was no turning back now.Not after everything.Not after how deep I had already gone.Before I closed my eyes that night, I sent a message to Daniel. A simple one.I’m in Benson’s house.Nothing more.Nothing less.It wasn’t meant to start a

(Benson’s POV)She didn’t ask where we were going.That told me more than anything she could have said.Most people ask questions to feel grounded, to hold onto something familiar when they sense they’re stepping into the unknown. It’s instinct. It’s weakness.Rose had neither.She simply followed.Quiet. Composed. Observing.I kept my eyes on the road, but my attention never left her. Not fully. It stayed in the silence she carried, in the way she didn’t try to fill it, didn’t shift unnecessarily, didn’t perform.She had learned something most people never do.Stillness reveals less than movement.And that made her dangerous.I had already tested her once.The phone. The questions. The pressure.She didn’t break.Didn’t even bend.Which meant I was done looking for mistakes.Now, I needed to understand her choices.Because people can control reactions.But choices—real ones—always cost something.And cost is where truth begins to show.The car slowed to a stop, but I didn’t move imme

(Rose’s POV)There are gifts that make you feel seen.And there are gifts that make you feel studied.The difference is not always immediate.Sometimes it only becomes clear after the person has already left.—I didn’t rush.That was the first mistake people make around men like Benson—assuming speed is power.It isn’t.Control is.So I moved slowly.Deliberately.As he stood there watching me open the box.Not eager.Not curious.Just… observant.Like he already knew what was inside.Like my reaction had been anticipated before it even existed.The necklace rested in my palm.Thin chain. Simple design.Too simple for someone like him.That was the first signal.Nothing from Benson is ever “just simple.”“It suits you,” he said.Not a compliment.An assessment.I held it lightly between my fingers.“It’s beautiful.”A truth.And that truth bothered me more than I expected.Because beauty lowers resistance.And Benson knows that.—“Try it on.”Soft voice.No pressure in tone.Which i

(Daniel’s POV)There’s a difference between suspicion… and certainty. Suspicion keeps you restless. It makes you question shadows, doubt silence, and second-guess even the things right in front of you. But certainty? Certainty is heavier. It doesn’t ask questions—it answers them. And tonight… I had answers.I sat still, unmoving, everything spread out in front of me like a map of something dark and carefully hidden. Files, audio recordings, transaction trails, timelines. Individually, they were troubling. Together? They were undeniable.Benson and Lucas weren’t just dangerous men. They were precise. Calculated. The kind of men who didn’t react to situations… they created them.My eyes dropped to the first file again—Ariana’s parents. The “accident.” That word sat there like a lie pretending to be truth. Because nothing about it felt like an accident anymore.I flipped past the official report, past the polished conclusions, and landed on what actually mattered. The tanker driver. At f