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ANABEL'S POV I raised an eyebrow. Now I was completely confused. Disappointed? What was she talking about now? The way she said it made it sound like I had committed some terrible crime. Not just a mistake. No. She looked genuinely disappointed. The problem was that I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about. I looked from her to Miles, and from the look of it, Miles knew exactly what she meant. Which only confused me even more. “You know, all through the years I've known you, I know we didn't really talk much and never really saw eye to eye, but I always thought you were a smart, responsible woman with morals. But yesterday, I was completely disappointed by what I saw. Seriously, Anabel, don't you have any shame?” she said. My confusion immediately deepened. Yesterday What exactly happened yesterday? I spent half the evening being miserable and the other half too drunk to remember properly. So what exactly was she claiming to have seen? And why was she suddenly acti

ANABEL'S POV I let out a small sigh before shifting my posture. “Yeah? And I’m meant to believe that?” I asked, crossing my arms. At this point, I wasn’t even trying to hide my disbelief anymore. Everything coming out of their mouths sounded ridiculous. “You’re in no position to be asking these questions, Anabel. You still haven’t explained yourself,” Miles said. “Look, I went to a lounge with Chloe. I got drunk and blacked out, and he helped me. He was probably the only reasonable person in that lounge. Most people would’ve just left me there because they didn’t know me,” I said. That was literally what happened. “So what? You think he’s some gentleman because he helped you? And hold on, if he helped you, then you slept at his place?” Miles asked. His expression immediately darkened as he spoke. I could practically see the annoyance on his face. “Like I said, I blacked out. Where else would I have stayed?” I asked. The answer seemed obvious to me. At least in that situation. I

ANABEL'S POVFinally.Without wasting any time, I immediately answered and placed the phone against my ear. Before speaking, I took a small breath and quickly wiped my eyes with the back of my hand."Hi, Chloe," I said.Even though I tried to hide the fact that I had just been crying, I did a terrible job. Honestly, I don't even know why I tried. Anyone could hear it. Even someone standing a mile away could probably tell I had been crying just from the way my voice sounded."Hey, are you okay?" she asked immediately. Of course, she noticed. That was Chloe. She always noticed."Yeah, I'm fine. How are you?" I asked."I'm okay. I'm sorry I had to leave you yesterday. You got me really worried when my texts and calls weren't going through," she said."My phone died. I only charged it less than an hour ago," I replied, my voice still cracking."Mine died too after a few hours at the hospital. I forgot to bring my charger." Chloe let out a small sigh.That explained why she wasn't replying

ANABEL'S POV Knock. Knock. The moment I heard the sound, my heartbeat instantly calmed down. The tension that had suddenly built inside my chest disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. For a moment, I genuinely thought it was Miles. After everything Chloe and I had just discussed, after finally making the decision to leave, the thought of him somehow hearing everything had terrified me. My imagination pictured him standing outside the door, having overheard every single word. Thankfully, that fear vanished the second I heard the knock again. Because Miles had never knocked on a single door in this house since I'd known him. Not once. Whether it was this room, his office, the guest rooms, or any other part of the mansion, he simply opened doors and walked in whenever he felt like it. I didn't think he would suddenly start now. He just wasn't that polite. "Come in," I said. It had to be one of the staff. A few seconds later, the door slowly opened and, just as

ANABEL'S POV I mean, I should remember. I was in the passenger seat when I left, so why was it so difficult for me to remember? The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became with myself. It wasn't like I was unconscious the entire ride. I was sitting right there beside the driver. I should have remembered at least a few roads, a landmark, a turn, something useful. Then I realized exactly why my memory was failing me. At the time, I had only just turned my phone back on, and I was busy going through messages while desperately trying to reach Chloe. My attention was anywhere but on the road. I had spent almost the entire drive staring at my screen instead of paying attention to where I was going. Looking back now, it felt incredibly stupid. I let out a small, disappointed sigh. Yes, I didn't know I would eventually want to go back there, but still, I should have remembered the route. What if I forgot something at his place? What if I later realized I needed to spea