Lahat ng Kabanata ng UNFAITHFUL UNTILL THE END : Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

(Rose’s POV)Love is a powerful tool. Not the kind people dream about or talk about like it is harmless, but the kind that controls. The kind that slowly finds its way into a person’s heart and begins to influence everything—thoughts, emotions, decisions. Emotional bondage can make even the strongest person weak, and Benson was already caught in it.As time went on, whatever existed between us grew stronger, faster than I expected. It got to a point where we couldn’t go a single day without hearing from each other. Calls became constant, messages became routine, and silence between us started to feel unusual. To him, it was love. To me, it was progress.Benson didn’t hide his feelings. He expressed them in ways that were impossible to ignore. The gifts came often, and not just ordinary ones. They were expensive, thoughtful, and intentional. Everything he gave me carried meaning, and it was clear he was trying to prove how much I meant to him. But the truth remained unchanged—we were t

(Rose’s POV)After a few minutes, Benson finally came out.I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until I saw him again. There was something about his presence that always did that to me—not in a way that made me weak, but in a way that made me aware. Careful. Calculated.“I’m sorry for keeping you waiting,” he said, his voice calm, steady, like nothing ever really shook him.I smiled, soft and understanding, the kind of smile that didn’t question but accepted. “I understand. You needed to attend to him… and that’s not a problem.”My eyes stayed on his a second longer than necessary, carrying just enough warmth to feel real. I let it linger—not too much, not too little. Just enough.He noticed.He always notices.Good.I shifted slightly, folding my arms loosely, my tone changing just enough to sound curious without being intrusive. “You said his mother is gone… since when did she leave? And where did she go?”The effect was immediate.It wasn’t loud. Benson wasn’t the type to

(Rose’s POV)There’s a difference between coincidence and design.At first, everything felt scattered like pieces of a story thrown into the air without direction. A failed marriage. A second one formed under questionable timing. A man who died too suddenly. Another who never really left the scene.But nowNow the pieces are no longer floating.They are aligning.And I can see it.Benson and his ex wife… their story isn’t over. It never ended. Not truly. What they had didn’t collapse, it shifted. It changed form. Like a snake shedding skin but remaining the same creature underneath.And Patrick…Patrick was never just a husband.He was part of something.Something planned.Something controlled.Something I am only beginning to understand.I sat quietly on the edge of my bed, the file Daniel gave me resting on my lap. I hadn’t opened it again, not physically, but every detail inside it had already carved itself into my mind.Benson visited Patrick frequently while he was alive.Not occ

(Rose’s POV)As I got home that night, I had to process everything I had gotten. I was highly confused. I had just discovered that Benson’s ex-wife is Patrick’s wife. After Patrick died, both of them are still together. This is telling me that everything was arranged. Both of them know about Patrick’s death.I closed the door behind me slowly and leaned against it, my fingers pressing into the wood as if I needed something solid to hold me in place. My heart was still racing from everything I had uncovered, and for a moment, I just stood there, staring into nothing.It didn’t make sense.Or maybe it did—and that was what scared me the most.I dropped my bag on the chair and walked into my room, my steps slow, heavy. My mind refused to be quiet. Every thought led to another question, every question to something darker.Benson.Patrick.His wife.The connection between them was no longer something I could ignore. It was right there in front of me, staring back like a truth I didn’t want

(Rose’s POV)I stood in front of the mirror longer than I should have.Not because I was unsure of what to wear—but because tonight wasn’t just another outing.It was a step.A calculated one.Everything I had heard about Benson, about his wife, about the past he never spoke of—it didn’t shake me. It didn’t make me step back. It pushed me forward.Because if there were answers hidden anywhere, they were with him.And I was already closer than most people ever got.It had been over a month.A whole month of late-night calls that stretched into quiet breathing on both ends. A month of outings that looked ordinary but were anything but. A month of careful smiles, controlled laughter, and moments that could easily pass for something real.To him, it might have been real.But to me, it was work.Every moment had purpose.Every reaction was measured.Every word was placed exactly where it needed to be.I wasn’t here for love.I was here for answers.Tonight was not an exception. If anything