No Longer The Ones Who Lose のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

I sat down on a nearby chair, feeling completely hollowed out. I couldn’t believe this. Had I really been sleeping with my husband’s uncle? And from the looks of things, nobody else in this sprawling room knew about it. Nobody. It was only him who had known the truth about this whole twisted dynamic from the very beginning.Nova looked just as pale as I felt, her carefully applied makeup unable to mask the sheer shock draining her face, while Silas stood frozen nearby, looking like he had been struck by lightning.Nova laughed awkwardly near me, her voice tight and forced. “Well, I guess we are relatives now. I mean, our husbands are related. This is a small world, isn’t it?”I looked at her, entirely short on words. How could I even excuse my grand plans of exposure now? How? Everything I had meticulously built up in my head was completely ruined. Part of me had wanted to grab the DJ’s microphone and expose Nova and Silas’s affair in front of everyone, but how could I possibly do t

“How dare you show yourself here again after everything?! Aren't you ashamed of yourself, sleeping with my uncle of all people, Valerie?!”He grabbed my shoulders, shaking me with a violent, desperate fury, demanding answers. But something inside me had already snapped. Months of quiet suffering, of eating shit, of pretending to be blind—it all shattered into a million pieces.With a sudden surge of adrenaline, I shoved him off me hard.“Yes, I did!” I screamed right back into his contorted face. “I did sleep with him! In this house, on our very bed, right here in the sitting room, at my office, at your office, everywhere! And it was the best time of my life, because he gave me what you couldn’t give me, not in a million years! When have you ever been able to make me cum, Silas? Never!”His hands dropped, his eyes bulging in absolute shock.“And wait, why are you even angry?” I laughed, high-pitched and hysterical. “Do you think I started this just like that? You forced me into this!

“Yes, Valerie, you heard me right. I was with him, but not for the reasons you think,” Maya sighed, looking at me with heavy, regretful eyes. “Silas has always tried to hit on me, and he wanted me to be his girlfriend.”I let out a bitter, exhausted sigh. I wasn't even entirely surprised—disgusted, yes, but given the monster Silas turned out to be, nothing he did shocked me anymore.Maya continued, her voice soft. “I couldn't just say yes to him, and if I had tried to warn you without proof, I knew you would never believe my words. So, that night, when he called to meet up with me, I agreed because I wanted to trap him. I wanted to get solid evidence for you! I recorded him confessing things, sis, because I couldn't bear to watch you waste your life on him.”She paused, biting her lip. “That’s why I came back crying that night. My boyfriend had seen me with him, misunderstood everything, thought I was cheating on him, and broke up with me on the spot.”I sat there, completely numb, ut

“Why did you react like that to the woman?” my mother demanded, her voice cutting through my hacking coughs as she suddenly reappeared in the living room. I paused, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, staring up at her in utter disbelief. “Mum... did you know about this?” “Of course I did,” she replied coldly, crossing her arms. “This was the only way you were ever going to dig yourself out of this shitty position you’ve put us in. Besides, your father wasn’t going to find out about the wedding arrangement until it was already done anyway!” I stared at her, my heart sinking into my shoes. “Mum, I understand you are mad at me—hell, you’re probably not even half as mad at me as I am at myself right now. I am so deeply damaged. I am sad, Mum, but you don’t see that, do you? You can’t just expect me to marry a man who is probably ten times worse than Silas! Tristan is a monster, and it’s breaking my heart that you won’t even try to understand me, not even once.” She sighed sharp

When the driver stopped in front of the gates, I leaned forward and stared.“Wait. Is this the right location?”He checked the address on his phone again. “Yes, ma’am. This is the address for Mr. Sinclaire.”I exhaled slowly and sat back. The house—if it could even be called a house—rose behind black iron gates like something from a magazine I used to flip through in waiting rooms. Wide stone steps, tall windows, manicured hedges lit by soft ground lights. For a second I almost told the driver to turn around. Then I remembered why I was here. Reputation. My mother’s face. The viral video that still lived in every corner of the internet. I had no clean choices left.“Okay,” I said.The gates opened. The moment the car stopped at the entrance, two maids in neat uniforms came down the steps. They greeted me with polite, practiced smiles and reached for my single suitcase before I could protest.“Welcome, ma’am.”I nodded, still half in disbelief, and followed them inside.The living room