Novel & Cerita Fool Me Twice Can't Get Fooled Again

I chuckled, they were both fools ***

"I spent all that money, and this is what you learned? Eating with your hands?" I slid off the chair, my forehead knocking against the edge of the table. "I'm sorry! I won't use my hands. I'll do better." I picked up the bone and dropped to the floor. Both hands on the ground, I chewed like a dog, the motion automatic. That should earn me some praise. The room went quiet, except for the hum of the air conditioner. Judy's fork froze midair. She stared at me on the floor, her lips pressed tight.

But the second we got it, I dragged Emily straight to the courthouse next door. "Divorce. A reissued certificate doesn't count. I want to divorce first, then get married again." Emily refused, of course. But she couldn't handle the way I was now—this version of me who knew exactly how to act spoiled and throw a tantrum. Especially when I looked at her with teary eyes and asked, "Are you scared that if we divorce, you won't want to marry me again? Do you already have someone on the side?" She panicked instantly.

"But your smart brain forgot one tiny detail. The tax fraud records on this USB drive go back seven years. That means the dummy corporation you used to send me that cash back then was also funded by dirty money. If you try to claim my firm using this contract in a court of law... you are legally admitting to the police that you started the money laundering yourself. You will go to a jail cell right alongside your pathetic father." Elijah’s confident smirk froze instantly on his face. The color began to drain from his skin, leaving him looking like a ghost as my words hit him. The victory in his dark eyes turned into pure shock. He realized that by trying to trap me, he had walked straight in

Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me. I knew better than to fall for Sapphire’s wide smile and her kind-hearted behaviour in the days that followed, but I played along. She joined me in my morning exercises, she sat with me at the dinner table and did a little chit-chat while we ate, she told me she was over Slade and apologized for upsetting me. She even went the extra mile of getting me a diamond-studded earring as a ‘make-up gift’

*sob* How big fool I was to get into her sweet act. The second chance was never a second chance from her side to me, in reality, she was using me! She forgive me and gave me a second chance so that she could fulfil her love relationship fantasies before kicking my ass out of her life. Indeed after giving me this letter she has thrown me out of her life like a fly. I'm seeing red and furious at her for using me like something low. How could she even do that to me? How could she use me as a toy? How could she use and throw me? I will never accept this insult!

Adjusts. “Confused,” I admit, because lying to Harvey has always been impossible. He reads micro-expressions the way other people read newspaper headlines. “Very confused.” “Of course you are.” There’s no judgment in his voice, only that clinical patience that once comforted me and now makes me feel like an interesting specimen. “He’s filled your head with false information. Implanted memories. It’s a well-known psychological technique, especially effective on people with prior cranial trauma.” Something inside me tightens.

"What would you advise, then? We have been talking to each other for over a few months. You've never hesitated to provide me with your excellent advice." She shrugged to herself. "You sound young. You shouldn't give up all the fish in the sea for one failed catch." The minute the words left her mouth, she realized she had made a blunder. What if the person suspected she wasn't herself, because she had mentioned her assumption based on his voice over the phone? Fortunately, the person failed to capture her error, and then he continued, "Since you say that I shouldn't give up all the fish in the sea, would you be willing to be my fish?"

That split-second flick of the elbow She wanted to make it look like I bumped her She was trying to repeat what she did in the past life But I had lived this moment before So I moved before Sarah could I stepped away not quickly, not dramatically, just enough. And as Sarah stumbled slightly to keep her balance, her own wine glass tilted forward… and the deep red spilled Right onto her blouse And splattered onto Matthew’s shirt The entire room froze Sarah gasped “Oh my God! I!” “Why call my name I didn’t touch you,” I said calmly “You tripped” “You pushed me!” Sarah cried, eyes wide, glass still in her hand “You did that on purpose!”

I can’t trust it. There could be a million reasons why he was upset once he learned what was happening to me. But the one I won’t believe is that he cares about me. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.