Lahat ng Kabanata ng UNFAITHFUL UNTILL THE END : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

(Ariana’s POV) The pen felt heavier than my entire life. It rested in my trembling fingers, its tip hovering just above the paper, as if waiting for permission to destroy everything I had left. Lucas stood across from me, calm, confident, dressed in patience and lies. “Just sign here,” he said softly. “And everything will finally be settled.” Settled. The word burned. What he meant was finished. What he meant was empty. What he meant was lost. My hand shook. I could hear Alex’s voice in my head. Don’t sign anything. No matter what. Not today. “I need time,” I said, pulling my hand back slightly. Lucas smiled gently. “Ariana, we’ve wasted too much time already.” We? No. You. I glanced at the documents again—pages filled with legal words that hid sharp knives behind soft language. My father’s properties. My inheritance. My safety. All reduced to ink and signatures. “I want to read it again,” I said. His smile faded slightly. “Of course.” I scanned the pages slowly

(Ariana’s POV)After about five minutes, Alex and his sister came downstairs. His face looked calm, but his eyes carried a seriousness that made my chest tighten. He assured me once again that I was safe and promised that, even when he wasn’t around, he would always reach out to me through his sister. His words were meant to comfort me, yet my heart remained restless.As he prepared to leave, my mind began to race. Different thoughts ran wildly through my heart, colliding and confusing me. What if Alex has hidden intentions? What if he’s only pretending to help me? I had reached a stage in my life where trusting anyone felt like walking on broken glass—every step painful, every move risky.Then another memory followed those dark thoughts. I remembered how he saved me from the man who wanted to kill me. I remembered the fear, the chaos, and how he stepped in without hesitation. I remembered the sacrifices he had made in the past, the way he stood by me when I had no one else. Those mem

( Third person POV ) Lucas had been living alone in the house long before Ariana ever left.The silence that filled the mansion was not new — it had always existed, heavy and cold, lingering between the walls like a truth no one dared to face. But now, with Ariana gone, the emptiness felt exposed. It no longer hid behind routine or false affection. It stood bare, accusing, echoing everything he had destroyed.He did not miss her.Not her laughter. Not her kindness. Not the warmth she once gave him freely, believing he was her safe place. He missed only what she had given him — the wealth, the power, the access, the life he never earned but now controlled.From the very beginning, Lucas had never loved Ariana.He loved what she represented.When Ariana met him, he was nothing. No influence. No fortune. No future worth speaking of. He had charm, ambition, and desperation — and he wrapped those in false gentleness. Ariana saw a man who needed support. She saw potential, loyalty, and sin

(Ariana’s POV)Before I could open and close my eyes, a whole month had passed in Alex’s sister’s house. Thirty long days. Thirty restless nights. It felt like I had been dropped into another woman’s life, forced to wear her shoes, breathe her air, and survive her reality.A month ago, I was living in a spacious, beautifully furnished flat. Every corner of that home carried my touch — the cream curtains I chose after arguing with the interior decorator, the soft rug Lucas once teased me about because I insisted it must match the throw pillows, the large mirror in our bedroom that reflected a woman who felt secure and loved.Now, I live in a single room.A single room that is not even up to the size of my former visitor’s room.The first night I slept here, I cried quietly into the thin pillow. The ceiling had cracks that looked like tiny rivers spreading across a dry land. The fan made a tired, grinding sound each time it rotated, as though it was protesting its own existence. The pai

Alex’s POVIt has been thirty-four days.Thirty-four days since Ariana left her own home.Thirty-four days of silence, caution, and carefully measured movements.She has been living at my sister’s house for more than a month now—hidden far away from everything familiar. My sister’s place is nowhere near mine. Different neighborhood. Different routine. No accidental encounters.That was intentional.Very few people know where she is.Vanessa does not.And it must remain that way.Officially, Ariana is “taking a break.” Unofficially, she has disappeared from Lucas’ reach.The first week was the hardest.She kept asking when she would return home.I kept giving her reasons to wait.“Just rest a little longer.”“Let things calm down.”“Focus on yourself.”She trusted me.And that trust weighs heavier with each passing day.⸻I still remember the evening my lawyer came to my sister’s house.We didn’t go inside.We stood outside near the gate, speaking like two men discussing ordinary matte