บททั้งหมดของ REJECTED ME BUT KARMA CAME FOR YOU : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 55

Chloe woke before dawn, the ceiling fan spinning slow shadows across the bedroom, Richard's parting words still looping through her mind. *I trust you'll make the right decision.* She lay there for a long time with her hand resting against the small curve of her stomach, the one steady point in a life that felt like it was collapsing from every direction at once.*Whatever I decide,* she thought, *it has to be for this baby. Not for Ryan. Not for either of them.*By the time the sun had fully risen, she still hadn't decided anything.Samantha's message arrived just after nine, short and pointed. **You've gone quiet. That usually means something happened.**Chloe stared at it for a long moment before typing back. **Meet me. Now.**They met at the same waterfront café, though this time Chloe arrived first, already seated when Samantha slid into the chair across from her, sharp eyes reading the tension in Chloe's posture before either of them said a word."Richard came to see me," Chloe

Olivia woke up with a headache and a ceiling she didn't know.For a minute she just lay there, trying to figure out where she was. A hotel room. Sunlight was coming through the curtains, too bright, like it was stabbing at her eyes. Her mouth was dry. She sat up too fast and the room spun a little, her stomach turning."Room 412," she said out loud, just to hear something. Bits and pieces came back to her — the empty room, a hand over her mouth, something that smelled like chemicals. And then nothing. Just a blank space where hours of her life should have been.That blank space scared her more than anything else. She'd always trusted her own memory. Now there was a door in her mind that just wouldn't open, and behind it, she had no idea what had happened to her while she wasn't there to stop it.Her phone sat on the nightstand, almost dead, with twenty-three missed calls. Emma. Nathan Parker. Emma again, calling over and over, the kind of thing you do when you're really scared. Olivia

The subpoena had felt, for a few days, like something Olivia could hold onto — proof, finally, that someone besides her own small circle believed something wrong had happened to her. She spent the week before her statement preparing with Patricia, going over every detail she could remember, bracing herself to say it all out loud under oath.The call came the morning before she was scheduled to appear."They're closing the inquiry," Patricia said, and Olivia could hear the frustration she was trying to keep out of her voice. "Insufficient evidence to pursue criminal charges. The prosecutor's office says the toxicology alone isn't enough without an identified suspect, and the hotel's security footage wasn't conclusive."Olivia sat down slowly at her kitchen table. "That's it? After everything?""I don't like it either," Patricia said. "This came together fast, faster than these things usually move. I can't prove it, but a case like this doesn't just quietly evaporate in five days withou