Faking My Death to Destroy My Fiancé - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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She found them. Not in some random place, but in a seedy love hotel barely half a mile from her apartment.
At that moment, Cassandra felt her heart shatter completely. The last fragile thread of hope she'd been clinging to snapped like a dried twig.
When she returned home soaked from the rain, everyone expected her to collapse—to throw herself into Matthew's arms, sobbing and demanding explanations. But she did none of that.
Instead, she buried the pain deep inside and walked away without a word, leaving wet footprints on the floor.
Matthew had already prepared his excuses. He expected her usual reaction—the hysterics, the tearful interrogation about why he'd abandoned her again. Maybe she'd bring up that time he'd left her alone at the hospital for "urgent business." But this time... silence.
Expressionless, she brushed past him. Her voice was disturbingly calm.
"No harm done," she said. "I just felt like walking in the rain."
She ignored the towel he offered. Instead, she looked down and slipped out of her uncomfortable, waterlogged heels.
For the first time ever, Matthew was thrown off balance. Cassandra's quietness unnerved him. He reached out again, his voice softening into that coaxing tone she used to melt for.
"If you want to get drenched, let me join you."
A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she sidestepped his hand. Her words came out icy.
"No need."
Then, sealing their fate with surgical precision:
"There's no need... not anymore."
Her indifference sent a jolt of panic through him. He froze—this was uncharted territory. For once, he didn't rush off to some "critical meeting" or answer his buzzing phone. Instead, he hovered near Cassandra, uncharacteristically desperate. His voice actually trembled when he whispered:
"Cassey... did I do something wrong?"
When her eyes met his, the man who'd once claimed she was his entire world now looked utterly repulsive. She clenched her fists to steady herself.
"Were you with Julia today?"
The question landed like a boulder in still water.
Matthew's expression darkened. Defensiveness crept into his voice.
"Did Julia feed you more lies? Listen—she flagged me down saying she lost her dog. What was I supposed to do? Throw her out of the car?"
His words tumbled out too fast, guilt dripping from every syllable.
"We move in the same social circle. It would've been awkward to say no."
A pause, then the patented Matthew Charm Offensive:
"Baby, you have to believe me. It meant nothing. Just a ride."
The pieces clicked together with cruel clarity. They'd gone to a sex motel... to look for a dog. And even with an empty condom box in plain view, it was somehow "innocent."
He leaned in closer, deploying the soulful gaze that usually worked.
"Julia's nothing compared to you. In seven days, you'll be my fiancée. My future Mrs. Lawrence. The only woman I'll ever love."
Cassandra's lips curved into a ghost of a smile, but her eyes stayed distant. How could someone destroy you with one hand while swearing devotion with the other? His promises sounded convincing—if you didn't know they were recycled lies.
She said nothing.
At that moment, Cassandra felt her heart shatter completely. The last fragile thread of hope she'd been clinging to snapped like a dried twig.
When she returned home soaked from the rain, everyone expected her to collapse—to throw herself into Matthew's arms, sobbing and demanding explanations. But she did none of that.
Instead, she buried the pain deep inside and walked away without a word, leaving wet footprints on the floor.
Matthew had already prepared his excuses. He expected her usual reaction—the hysterics, the tearful interrogation about why he'd abandoned her again. Maybe she'd bring up that time he'd left her alone at the hospital for "urgent business." But this time... silence.
Expressionless, she brushed past him. Her voice was disturbingly calm.
"No harm done," she said. "I just felt like walking in the rain."
She ignored the towel he offered. Instead, she looked down and slipped out of her uncomfortable, waterlogged heels.
For the first time ever, Matthew was thrown off balance. Cassandra's quietness unnerved him. He reached out again, his voice softening into that coaxing tone she used to melt for.
"If you want to get drenched, let me join you."
A bitter laugh escaped her lips as she sidestepped his hand. Her words came out icy.
"No need."
Then, sealing their fate with surgical precision:
"There's no need... not anymore."
Her indifference sent a jolt of panic through him. He froze—this was uncharted territory. For once, he didn't rush off to some "critical meeting" or answer his buzzing phone. Instead, he hovered near Cassandra, uncharacteristically desperate. His voice actually trembled when he whispered:
"Cassey... did I do something wrong?"
When her eyes met his, the man who'd once claimed she was his entire world now looked utterly repulsive. She clenched her fists to steady herself.
"Were you with Julia today?"
The question landed like a boulder in still water.
Matthew's expression darkened. Defensiveness crept into his voice.
"Did Julia feed you more lies? Listen—she flagged me down saying she lost her dog. What was I supposed to do? Throw her out of the car?"
His words tumbled out too fast, guilt dripping from every syllable.
"We move in the same social circle. It would've been awkward to say no."
A pause, then the patented Matthew Charm Offensive:
"Baby, you have to believe me. It meant nothing. Just a ride."
The pieces clicked together with cruel clarity. They'd gone to a sex motel... to look for a dog. And even with an empty condom box in plain view, it was somehow "innocent."
He leaned in closer, deploying the soulful gaze that usually worked.
"Julia's nothing compared to you. In seven days, you'll be my fiancée. My future Mrs. Lawrence. The only woman I'll ever love."
Cassandra's lips curved into a ghost of a smile, but her eyes stayed distant. How could someone destroy you with one hand while swearing devotion with the other? His promises sounded convincing—if you didn't know they were recycled lies.
She said nothing.
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