All Chapters of You Lost Me, Desmond Vaughn : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

It had been several days since Alain had taken Genevieve to dinner.Several days since he had sat across from her beneath the soft restaurant lights and finally admitted that he liked her, and that he was tired of pretending otherwise. He had left that night happier than he had expected to feel, carrying the memory with him and already looking forward to seeing her again the following morning.He had even planned to pick her up himself and take her to work because he knew she had an interview that day.Instead, he had arrived at her apartment building early in the morning and seen Desmond walking out.That single sight had ruined everything.Alain still remembered the way his hand had tightened around the steering wheel as he watched Desmond step away from the building as though he had every right to be there. He had stared after him for several seconds, unable to understand what he was seeing or, more importantly, how Desmond had even known where Genevieve lived.Since then, Alain ha

Desmond continued staring at Olive.She was still sitting on the edge of the bed with the medication bottle in her hand, her fingers wrapped tightly around it as if she could somehow hide it from him by holding it harder. The fear in her eyes was obvious, but Desmond no longer had the energy to ask questions or start another argument. He had spent the entire day discovering truths that had been hidden from him, and he wasn't about to walk into another one of his mother's games.There was no need to confront Olive.After all, she was his mother's pet, and whatever Isabella had told her to do or whatever she had been hiding, shouting at her would not change anything. Desmond already knew enough. The baby wasn't his, and that was the truth he had to accept whether he liked it or not.He didn't even want to know the details yet.All he wanted was to stay away from his mother's games, stay out of whatever mess she had created, and somehow find a way to fix what mattered most to him.Genevi

It was midnight, but Isabella was still standing on the terrace outside her bedroom.The cold night air pressed against her bare arms, yet she barely felt it. Her mind was too occupied with the phone call she had received earlier. Victor's voice still echoed in her head, calm and confident as if the years between them had never happened. He had spoken to her as though he had every right to return to her life, and the final thing he had said continued to haunt her.He was going to be at George's anniversary. She should be expecting him.Isabella wrapped her arms around herself and stared into the darkness beyond the terrace. She had spent years making sure Victor stayed far away from her family. She had built her life around the belief that he was behind bars, unable to reach her or her sons. Now, one phone call had shattered that sense of security.For the first time in a long time, fear had found its way into her chest.Isabella Vaughn did not scare easily. She had survived things th

Genevieve stood in front of the mirror, staring at herself as she brushed her hair. Grace stepped inside and paused when she saw her already dressed. “You're really going to go, sweetheart? You don't have to put yourself through all of that if you're not ready. You can stay here with me. ”Genevieve gave her a small smile and picked up her phone from the dresser.“I know you're worried about me, but I'm okay. I don't want to stay home just because I'm scared of what people might say, and George's anniversary has never been something I've missed. I want to pay my respects and come back home afterward.”Grace studied her for a moment, clearly unconvinced by the calmness in her voice.“You keep saying you're okay, but that doesn't mean you have to prove anything to anyone today. You don't owe the Vaughns your presence, and you certainly don't owe Desmond the chance to make you uncomfortable.”“I know, Aunt Grace, and I'm not going there for any of them. I'm going because I want to, and

Desmond held the bottle up between them, the evidence of Olive’s carefully hidden secret now resting in his hand. Olive stared at it in pure shock. She had tucked the bottle deep inside her drawer, certain Desmond would never enter her room and even more certain that the truth would remain buried. Now it sat between them like a loaded weapon, and the ground beneath her feet suddenly felt unstable.“You lost the baby that day and told the doctor not to inform me,” Desmond said, his voice low and dangerous. “Was this you and my mother’s plan? First it was you claiming you were carrying my child, and now… you lost the baby and you’re still pretending to be pregnant. How… just how long do you and my mother plan to carry on with this?”Olive swallowed hard, but nothing came out. She had no idea how Desmond had found out, and she couldn't understand when the carefully constructed lie had begun to unravel. The shock on her face was impossible to hide as she stood there, her heart pounding wh