All Chapters of UNFAITHFUL UNTILL THE END : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

(Daniel’s POV)I picked up my phone and called Alex.There was no hesitation this time. No second-guessing. The pieces were already moving, and the only thing left was to make sure we were all moving in the same direction.He answered almost immediately.“Alex… can we meet at Ariana’s place tomorrow? Same time.”A short pause.Then—“Yes. I’ll be there.”That was it. No extra questions. No unnecessary discussion. Just understanding.We both knew what this was now.A team effort.Not scattered suspicion anymore. Not separate investigations running in silence. We were too deep for that.If we were going to stop Benson and Lucas… it had to be coordinated.I lowered the phone slowly, my thoughts already shifting ahead of the conversation that would happen tomorrow.I needed them to understand everything. Not pieces. Not fragments. The full picture.Because once they saw it clearly…There would be no turning back.It had been a while since I last saw Ariana in person.Too long, if I was be

(Daniel’s POV)By the time I got home, the night had already settled in—but it didn’t feel calm.It felt watchful.Like the darkness wasn’t just there to cover the city… but to hide something inside it.I stood at the gate for a moment longer than necessary, keys in my hand, my mind still stuck at the man’s house.Locked door.Quiet compound.A life ended too cleanly.Too quickly.Too conveniently.I finally pushed the gate open and stepped in. The familiar sound should have grounded me, should have reminded me that this was my space—safe, controlled, mine.But tonight?It didn’t feel like that.I locked the door behind me and walked slowly into the living room, dropping my keys on the table. The sound echoed slightly, louder than it should have been.Or maybe…Everything just felt louder because my mind refused to settle.I ran my hand over my face and exhaled deeply.After we left the man’s place, my mind had been filled with questions—questions I couldn’t answer, questions that ref

(Daniel’s POV)Sleep didn’t come easy. It hovered somewhere beyond reach, never fully settling. Every time I closed my eyes, the same image returned—the hidden camera facing the tanker driver’s house. Waiting. Watching. Recording.It wasn’t just the camera that kept me awake. It was the question attached to it.Why had no one used it?Why did it feel like something so important had been ignored… or deliberately avoided?By the time morning came, I was already awake, staring at the ceiling with a mind that refused to slow down. Today, I would see it. Not assumptions. Not theories. The truth.I got to the station earlier than usual. The building carried that early-morning quiet, the kind that makes footsteps echo and conversations feel distant. A few officers moved around lazily, settling into their day, unaware that mine had already begun hours ago.I didn’t greet anyone. I didn’t stop. I went straight to my desk, dropped my keys, and powered on the system.The file I had processed the

(Daniel’s POV)The silence after I spoke didn’t feel empty.It felt final.Like something had just locked into place that couldn’t be reversed anymore.“We move now.”Those were my exact words.No hesitation. No softness. No room for interpretation.For a few seconds after the call ended, I stood still with the phone in my hand, staring at the CCTV footage still open on my laptop.The tanker driver’s house.The final frozen frame.The masked man standing outside it like a shadow that had already completed its purpose.It was strange how something so still could carry so much weight.I ended the call and placed my phone down slowly.My mind wasn’t racing anymore.It had settled.And that was more dangerous.Because clarity removes hesitation.And hesitation is often the only thing that slows consequences.I turned away from the screen and focused.Not emotion.Not theory.Execution.I copied the CCTV files onto a secure drive.Then duplicated them again.And again.Not because I doubte

(Daniel’s POV)When I opened the door, I realized immediately that Lucas and Benson had prepared for this case.She stood there—calm, composed, and completely unshaken by the environment. A woman dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, holding a file close to her chest like it contained more than just papers. Her eyes met mine without hesitation.Confidence.Not the kind you fake.The kind that comes from knowing something others don’t.“I believe you are Officer Daniel,” she said.Her voice was steady. Professional.“I am,” I replied, studying her carefully.She took a step forward, just enough to establish presence without crossing the line.“My name is Barrister Cole,” she said. “I represent Mr. Lucas and Mr. Benson.”There it was.Confirmation.“I’m here on their behalf,” she continued, “to ensure their rights are protected. As it stands, they are still suspects—not criminals. Therefore, I am here to begin the process for their release on bail.”Straight to the point.No hesitation.