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    was utterly shocked by what I saw in the surveince footage. There was no mistaking it–her smile was


    gloating


    This revtion of her smile sent shivers down my spine. What was her true motive? Did she visit me


    just to revel in my misery?


    I started to wonder if she was behind the attack. If Celine had a hand in this, Ste would be the first


    one


    to know.


    No, no, no! It couldn’t be. She couldn’t possibly want to take my life, would she?


    I sat on the bed in a daze with my head in my hands, not noticing when As had returned. I didn’t hear


    him as he came to my room.


    Seeing my troubled expression, he rushed to me and touched my shoulder. I screamed and pushed


    him away frantically.


    ‘Chlo, it’s me!”


    As quickly embraced me, enveloping me in his familiar scent. Only then did I rx, realizing it was


    him


    who had returned.


    I looked at him, my fear slowly fading away. He looked concerned. “Don’t be scared. What happened?


    Hm?


    I let out a sigh and shook my head faintly. I didn’t want to tell him about this. However, something


    compelled me to ask, “Did you love Annalise?”


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    As suddenly froze, staring at me in bewilderment. “Who told you? Celine or Ste?”


    “It doesn’t matter,” I replied. “I just want to know. Does she really look simr to me?”


    1 looked at him, waiting for his answer. As’s expression was somewhat wooden. “Not really!”


    His response felt evasive, and I lowered my head, deciding not to press further.


    He lifted my chin. “Chloe, no matter what anyone tells you, I hope you’ll believe only me!”


    Our eyes locked. I foundfort in his eyes, and eventually I relented. I decided to trust only him.


    Deep down, doubts still lingered. I wanted to know the extent of his love for Annalise and if I was just a


    substitute for his unrequited love. Would he still be with me if I didn’t resemble her? I knew, deep down,


    that it was impossible.


    brought Ava home. She rushed into my room, climbed onto the bed, and carefully examined my red


    face. “Mommy, does it hurt?”


    Tears welled up in my eyes as I hugged her tightly. I shook my head and said, “It doesn’t hurt,


    sweetheart. Mommy just wasn’t careful during work and got a scratch.”


    “What scratched you?” She gave me a serious look, her eyes capturing my heart.


    It was some dry grass. You have to be careful, okay? Don’t y in the grass!”


    “Okay. Mommy!” She nodded earnestly, but her questions were never–ending.


    Finally, she seemed relieved, gazing at As with admiration.


    y and then retum


    In the evening, after I had called my mother, I decided to stay until after As’s birthday


    to my


    small town to bring my parents back. Having them by my side was the only way I’d feel at ease.


    I stayed home for the next two days and focused on tidying up the house. I changed all the bedding,


    and it felt like I had returned to the old days, just a homely woman waiting for her beloved toe


    home


    from work.


    In the evening, I would carefully prepare dinner and set the table, anticipating As’s return with Ava. It


    gave me some tranquility.


    Deep down, I knew As couldn’t be here as often once I brought my parents back. A faint mncholy


    settled over me, and I couldn’t help but wonder if we’d grow further apart.