When His Perfect Mask Shattered I Awoke (Anneliese) novel Chapter 501

**Created 501**
**Driving a Wedge Between Them**

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking,” Anneliese replied, her voice steady, though her heart raced beneath the surface. “I’ll give her a call in a bit.”

No sooner had the words left her lips than her phone erupted with a series of chimes, each one piercing the silence of the room.

Without a second thought, she reached for it, her mind racing with the expectation that it was a message from Jonathan. But as she glanced at the screen, her heart sank, and the smile that had graced her face moments before vanished like a wisp of smoke.

It wasn’t Jonathan reaching out. Instead, an unknown number had sent her a collection of photos that made her stomach churn.

With trembling fingers, she opened the images, and her worst fears materialized before her eyes: Jonathan, laughing and smiling alongside India.

The photos were taken in various locations, each one seemingly more intimate than the last.

In one snapshot, the two of them stood side by side, adorned in matching uniforms, their faces lit up with joy as they exchanged knowing glances.

Another captured a moment from a lavish banquet, where Jonathan donned a sleek black suit, and India dazzled in a shimmering silver gown, their laughter mingling with the sounds of the celebration around them.

But it was a particular image that struck her the hardest—India, her cheeks flushed with color, leaning comfortably against Jonathan’s arm, while he enveloped her in a gentle embrace, his gaze filled with a softness that Anneliese had once thought was reserved for her alone.

A chill coursed through Anneliese’s fingertips, rendering them cold and numb. She found herself frozen, staring at the screen as if it were a venomous snake poised to strike. Finally, she flipped the phone face down on the table, as if it had seared her skin.

“Why do you look so pale all of a sudden? Are you not feeling well?” Nishay’s concerned voice broke through her haze.

Anneliese quickly plastered a smile on her face, trying to mask the turmoil brewing inside her. “I’m fine, Grandma. I’ll call Jessica now.”

“Alright, tell her to come over early,” Nishay replied, her voice tinged with worry.

Anneliese stood there, gripping her phone tightly, the weight of it almost unbearable. She dashed into her bedroom, feeling the air thicken around her.

Nishay watched her retreat behind the closed door, her instincts sharpening. She hadn’t been certain before, but now the truth was crystal clear.

That girl must really be in love.

If it were merely Jessica she was calling, would she feel the need to hide away like that?

The distracted expression on Anneliese’s face had spoken volumes—it was as if her emotions were laid bare for all to see.

Nishay wasn’t blind to the signs.

Falling in love was a beautiful thing, but sneaking around like this?

Who exactly was that man? The mere thought sent a ripple of unease through her.

Inside her bedroom, Anneliese couldn’t resist the urge to glance at the photos again, her heart racing with each image.

Her face was pale, but amidst the storm of emotions, a sense of determination began to settle within her.

With a deep breath, she tapped the screen and dialed the unfamiliar number, her heart pounding in her chest.

No one answered, and the call went straight to voicemail.

A soft, bitter laugh escaped her lips as she typed a response. ‘You’re a coward.’

They were too frightened to even pick up the phone—what else could they be but a coward lurking in the shadows?

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