Lahat ng Kabanata ng You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

The bedroom remained shrouded in silence as it was already night. Desmond lay flat on his back, one arm tucked beneath his head, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. Sleep refused to come. Every time he closed his eyes, the image of the divorce papers resurfaced, followed by Genevieve’s face… and then the look in her eyes the night everything fell apart. Beside him, Olive shifted beneath the covers. She had been watching him for several minutes. “You haven’t slept.” Desmond didn’t answer. She turned onto her side to face him. “Is something bothering you?” Still, no response. The silence between them stretched until it became almost unbearable. Olive slowly sat up. “Desmond…” Without a word, he threw the blanket aside and climbed out of bed. She frowned. “Where are you going?” “I’m okay.” His voice was flat. He picked up a hoodie from the chair, slipped it over his shoulders, and walked toward the bedroom door. “Desmond.” He paused for only a second. “I just need s

Isabella sat alone in her office, but the stack of documents spread neatly across her desk remained untouched. She couldn’t focus. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Olive — more specifically, to the threat Olive had made. If you tell Desmond the truth about Clara… I’ll tell him yours. The words echoed relentlessly inside her head. She slowly leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping against the polished wood of her desk. For decades, she had protected that secret while carefully preserving the flawless image of the Vaughn family. Every sacrifice she had made, every lie she had told, and every decision she had taken had been for one purpose—to protect both of her sons from the kind of miserable life she had endured. She wanted them admired, respected, and untouchable in the eyes of the world. She wasn't about to let a cheap girl like Olive destroy everything she had spent a lifetime building. Her thoughts drifted back to the day she had first met Olive at the hospital, moments b

Ethan slowly released her wrist. “You should be more careful,” he said quietly. “Another step and you would’ve gone over.” Olive lowered her eyes immediately. “…Thank you.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. She turned to leave. “Wait.” She stopped but didn’t look back. “Are you alright?” The question caught her off guard. She nodded quickly. “I’m fine.” “You don’t look fine.” “I’m just… tired.” Without giving him another chance to speak, she hurried past him and disappeared through the terrace doors. Ethan remained where he was. His eyes lingered on the doorway long after she had gone. There was something about her. Something strangely familiar. He couldn’t explain it. The birthmark beneath her hair… he was certain he had seen it somewhere before. He frowned. The thought slipped away before he could catch it. With a quiet shake of his head, he dismissed it and turned back toward the sky. Olive didn’t stop walking until she reached her bedroom. She quickly locked the do

The vibration of Isabella’s phone cut through the silence of her office. She glanced at the caller ID before answering. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Vaughn. Detective Harris speaking.” Isabella leaned back in her chair. “I wasn't expecting your call.” “I’m calling to update you on Ms. Clara’s case.” Her expression remained unreadable as she said nothing. “We’ve completed the preliminary investigation and received the medical examiner’s report.” A brief pause followed. “The cause of death has been determined to be severe blunt-force trauma to the head, accompanied by a fatal wound to the neck. Unfortunately, we have no witnesses, no usable surveillance footage, and no forensic evidence pointing to a suspect.” His voice remained calm and professional. “At this stage, we’ve exhausted every viable lead. The investigation will remain open, but inactive unless new evidence comes to light.” Isabella allowed herself to exhale quietly. “I understand.” “Her family has also informed us that Ms

“I’m still against it.” The objection cut through the boardroom, drawing every pair of eyes toward the speaker. The lights had been dimmed so the large projector at the front of the room could take center stage. Across the screen were a series of professionally edited campaign photographs — elegant, effortless, and captivating. Every image featured the same woman. Genevieve Vaughn. Or rather… Genevieve. Her last name had quietly been removed from every presentation draft. At the head of the long conference table, Alain sat with one hand resting lightly on the arm of his chair. His expression was unreadable as the executives around him debated the company’s newest decision. “Our brand represents sophistication,” the Director of Public Relations began. “Luxury customers are extremely particular about image. Genevieve’s divorce has been on every major news outlet for weeks. Whether we like it or not, people associate her with scandal.” Several heads nodded in agreement. Another