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Camille barely slept that night. The moment Dominic walked out of her house, she knew that everything was over, not because he threatened her. Not because he told her what he intended to do. It was the look in his eyes. For five years, Camille had watched Dominic believe her without question. She built her entire life around that belief. She allowed herself to become comfortable with the knowledge that Evangeline had been pushed out of his life because of her. But now Dominic knew. He knew Evangeline had never pushed her. He knew the injury had been staged. He knew every tear, every accusation, and every piece of evidence Camille used against Evangeline had been part of a lie. And Camille had been the one who told him. She had been so consumed by anger that she confessed everything without considering the consequences. Now she sat alone in her bedroom, staring at nothing. Her hands trembled. Five years of carefully protecting herself had disappeared in a single conversation.

Camille's point. “We were never in a relationship.”The words kept repeating in my head.No matter what I did, where I looked—I just couldn’t get them out.Surprisingly, my separation from Ethan felt worse than heartbreak. It was worse than watching Liam cheat on me.My throat burned endlessly. Each drop of tears stung against my cheeks like they were leaving permanent scars behind.I wanted to scream.I wanted to yell until my lungs were out. But I couldn’t.All I could do was break down, cry, and keep crying until I passed out.Ethan had tried to stop me from leaving, especially since it was already late at night. But there was no way that would work.Staying would only ruin me even more.“You have nowhere to go tonight. You haven’t rented your apartment yet. Just stay for the night, and by tomorrow, I’ll fix something.”He kept pleading.Still, I stood my ground.I mean, this was someone who had just shattered my heart with a single confession.How did he expect me to stay?“I’m b

All through the ride to the Montenegros' mansion, one would have expected Evangeline's thoughts to revolve around her new findings on the killer. Unfortunately, and surprisingly enough, it wasn't so. Her mind remained fixed on Dominic and how he sounded over the phone. Unlike how cheerful and excited he sounded whenever he wanted to taunt her, he sounded troubled and distant. What was more alarming was why she suddenly missed his taunts and teasing. "Are you alright?" Alejandro's voice drew her out of her deep thoughts. A deep and frustrating sigh escaped her lips, but she didn't bother taking a look at him or responding. "I can't say for sure, but I think I'll be more relieved when I find who really killed Milan." Her eyes peered out through the window. A small chuckle escaped Alejandro's lips, followed by a brief pause before he spoke. "You know it's not your job to find the killer," Alejandro said as a matter of fact. Most times, when he realized Evangeline was beginning to

Daniel had always hated places with noise, even if it was a speaker playing music.Many times, his friends had tried to convince him that it was only a speaker doing its job of playing music to keep everyone entertained. However, Daniel refused to buy their words. Rather, he believed in his conclusion.He believed that truly music was meant to entertain, but not in an extremely loud state that it ended up causing health issues to its supposed entertainers."I believe music should be low, soft, just like the blues, to ease the soul of its listeners," Daniel kept on explaining to his friend Harry. Harry couldn't stop himself from laughing, despite it being the one-hundredth time Daniel was talking about why he hated loud music.Was he supposed to get tired of listening to the same point or reason? Yes. But with Harry, things and words took dynamic turns."Whatever you say, that's for you," Harry finally opened up to speak. "It's just like I have always said to you - we all have differe

"Someone looks sad," Dominic heard the moment his feet stepped into the living room. Right in front of him, seated on the two-seater sofa, was his aunt Margaret. She had a newspaper in front of her, which was actually weird to him because he knew her - if not everything about her, but certain things about her. Margaret hardly read; she preferred watching her never-ending soap operas or listening to her music. So, why the sudden change now? he wondered. "This has to be the first time I'm seeing you read. And it even gets worse that it's not just anything, but a newspaper - which you've tagged the most boring books to read," he couldn't keep his surprise to himself."Hmm," Margaret groaned while she placed the newspaper on the table right in the middle, then walked up to Dominic."I'm actually reading to keep myself updated on when your woman would be humiliated for taking someone else's man." Dominic scoffed and looked away for a while. When he looked back at her, the faint smile