His Personal Fucktoy? This Doll Just Snatched His Strings... And His World Is Unraveling novel Chapter 84

Chapter 8

Part 2

The lines started to blur. The long nights at the office, fueled by whiskey and ambition, became my escape. Chloe was always there, a willing listener, a source of comfort and validation I didn’t realize I was seeking.

One morning. I woke up in her bed, my head pounding, my stomach churning with a mix of pleasure and shame. I reached for my phone, my fingers hovering over Amelia’s name. I had to tell her, to apologize.

Chloe’s arms wrapped around me, her voice a husky whisper in my ear.

“Don’t tell her, John. It was just a mistake. She doesn’t need to know.”

“But it’s wrong, I mumbled, my voice thick with guilt.

“No one has to know,” she murmured. pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “It can be our little secret. Just like your drinking.”

Her words struck a chord. Amelia hated it when I drank, and I’d gotten good at hiding it from her. Was this really so different?

I convinced myself it was harmless, a way to compartmentalize my guilt. But deep down, I knew it was a dangerous game I was playing.

When Amelia confronted me that night, her voice trembling with suspicion, I panicked. The guilt, amplified by alcohol and exhaustion, sent me into a blind rage. I shoved her away, not realizing the extent of my actions until I saw the blood.

The sight of her, hurt and bleeding because of me, brought me crashing back to reality.

What had I done?

Amelia insisted on looking into Chloe, and against my better judgment, I agreed. I watched in horror as she laid out the evidence of Chloe’s past, my stomach twisting with each new revelation.

Relief washed over me when I realized there were no photos of me, no proof of my infidelity. I had kept my secret safe.

Or so I thought.