She Said You Can't Know What I've Done Mga Nobela at Kwento

she said and slammed the door hard. Oh God. What have I done?

17th July --- “Ding dong I know you can hear me Open up the door I only want to play a little” A young girl was busy crouching on the ground as she taps the soil with a shovel three times in those three mounds of dirt that appears like Mountains of dirt and sands. She made sure it was the exact same size because, for her, everything should be organized and perfect.

“She wasn’t in her right mind. You know that.” “Of course I know,” I snapped, my voice rising despite myself. “But what I want to know is what you knew. Because if you’re about to stand in front of me and tell me you had no idea what she was capable of, I’ll call you a liar to your face.” She flinched as if I’d struck her. “Did you know?” I pressed, each word deliberate. “Did you know what she was planning?” Her silence was an answer. Her shoulders hunched in on themselves, her mouth parting soundlessly before the words finally slipped out. “I tried. I tried to stop her. I told her not to do anything rash, not to let her obsession destroy her. But she wouldn’t listen.”

This was a business deal to me and nothing more. ‎“I’m not here to hurt you.” ‎She pointed the gun at me. “I swear I’ll do it.” ‎“No, you won’t.” ‎“You claim you are part of my foundation. You claim to know me but you don’t know me." Her voice cracked. "You don't know what I have been through? I swear I didn't do those things." ‎“I know enough.” she was breathing fast. Heart pounding so loud I could hear it.

The phrase 'I knew it' was filled with disappointment and self-deprecation. She tilted her head to hold back her tears, her smile bitter and glaring. "I knew this would happen. I knew it..." Gilbert's heart ached. 'She knows nothing. She knows nothing at all.'

Wait… She doesn’t know. She doesn’t know I was the one.

“I know exactly who you are.” She… she knows?

“I don’t need to! I’m letting you know, that whatever you think happened can’t happen again. I’m not that type of person. Besides, I’m married And we don’t even know each other like that.” “Is that it? You know my name.” I add, pretending not to know what she’s referring to. “Of course I know your name. I’m saying basic things… never mind. It’s not going to happen either way.” “What’s not going to happen?” I smirk, enjoying how I’m making her feel. “You know….” She trails off, she’s shy. “Don’t make me say it,” she sighs defeatedly. “You do know you can say the words cum and pussy, right?”

Only certainty. “Yes,” I reply. She turns to me immediately. “Then let me warn her.” “You cannot.” Her jaw tightens. Whatever she has seen has already crossed the line where ignorance would have been mercy. “I can stop this,” she says. “You can disrupt it,” I tell her. “Not end it.” Her breath catches again, moisture gathering along her lower lashes. She blinks hard, but it spills anyway. “I can’t live with knowing,” she says. “I can’t sit here and watch it happen.”

“do you know what you almost cost me?” “I- know that I shouldn’t have gone that far but, I couldn’t help myself okay! She is a threat to me, I can't just sit down and let her have you!”