All Chapters of You Shouldn’t Have Found Me : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Do you enjoy that kind of attention?” The question came out of nowhere but it cut through the silence like it had been waiting. Zara turned slowly, her brows pulling together. “What?” Sebastian didn’t look at her. His gaze remained fixed on the road, his voice steady. “The way he was looking at you,” he continued. “You seemed… comfortable.” For a second, she just stared at him then disbelief settled in. “You’re serious?” “I don’t ask questions I don’t mean.” Zara let out a short breath, shaking her head. “I was doing my job.” “A job that requires you to entertain clients now?” Her head snapped toward him. “That’s not fair.” “Isn’t it?” “No,” she said firmly. “It’s not.” Silence pressed in again, thicker this time, heavier. “You don’t get to question my professionalism,” she added, her voice steadier now. “Not after what just happened in there.” “And what exactly do you think happened?” he asked. Zara’s jaw tightened. “You saw it.” “And yet,” he replied smoothly, “yo

The crowd wasn’t on Zara’s side not even for a second. Hands held her down while Tessa stood free in front of her, breathing hard, eyes burning with something ugly. “Hold her properly,” Tessa snapped, fixing her dress like nothing had happened. “If she doesn’t know her place, I’ll remind her.” Zara struggled, anger and humiliation crashing into each other inside her chest. “Let me go!” she snapped, trying to break free but no one listened because Tessa wasn’t just anyone and Zara, she wasn’t important enough. The first slap landed hard. Her head turned with it, a sharp sting spreading across her cheek as her breath caught for a second. A few gasps, some murmured bt no one stepped in to help her. Sebastian wasn’t thinking anymore, he was driving like a man with something to lose. Red lights meant nothing at this point not even other car horns. All he could see was Zara and every possible version of what could be happening to her and none of them were good. He knew Tessa too w

“Where am I?!” She was clearly shaken from her nightmare. “Stop moving,” he said, his voice low, controlled. “You’ll only make it worse.” “Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped, trying to pull away from him only to wince as the movement sent pain through her body. His hand closed around her wrist, “I said stop.” Her eyes lifted to his and that was when she realized how close he was. Her breath caught as she became aware of everything at once his hand still wrapped around her wrist, his body too close, his eyes fixed on hers like he wasn’t looking away anytime soon. “Let go of me,” she said quietly, her voice firm despite the slight tremble in it. He held her for a second longer then slowly let go, his gaze never leaving hers. “I don’t want to stay here.” Zara pushed herself up from the bed, ignoring the protest from her body. The moment her feet touched the ground, pain shot through her but she didn’t stop. Sebastian moved immediately, his hand caught her arm, steady

"They were sent in your name, it's anonymous". Everything blurred in an instant. Zara stood there for a second too long, her mind refusing to settle on a single thought. No one in her present life would send anonymous letters. Her appetite vanished instantly. Without thinking twice, she stood up and changed back into her previous clothes, the ones the housekeeper had neatly washed and pressed, folded like nothing chaotic had ever touched them. Booking a cab, she left immediately. The ride felt longer than it was. Every passing second stretched thin, her thoughts spiraling into places she couldn’t control. By the time they arrived, she paid the driver more than necessary, stepping out before he could even return her balance. Zara didn’t wait, She ran. She door opened and was met with silence. This one felt… wrong. “Chloe?” No response. Zara stepped inside slowly, her eyes scanning the living room. Everything was in place nothing looked disturbed. “Chloe!”, she shouted this tim

Zara dropped the letter the moment she heard a knock. It started off light and polite then it became harder and deliberate. Zara stood still in the middle of the room, her fingers tightening unconsciously around the edge of the letter she had just read. Her heartbeat picked up, loud enough to fill the silence that had taken over the apartment. Chloe wouldn’t knock like that not when she had her keys. Another knock followed, sharper than the last. Zara moved slowly, her steps were measured as she made her way toward the living room, her breath uneven despite her effort to control it. She reached the window blind and lifted it just slightly. A man stood outside, his cap pulled low. His features were hidden. Her stomach dropped for a second, she considered stepping back. Ignoring it, pretending she wasn’t home but something in her refused. She was tired of this, tired of the fear, of the feeling that something or someone was always one step ahead of her before she could change her mi