His Side Chick Made Him Dump Me… 100 Times! Now Watch Him Beg! - Chapter 69: Chapter 69
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He was wearing a gray-blue shirt—the exact one I'd ironed for him yesterday.
From this angle, I could see everything. Derek was adjusting a camera, pointing it straight at me. Even though he was crouched in the shadows, I caught every single movement.
My heart dropped into my stomach, but suddenly everything clicked into place.
All those missing items that never showed up on our security cameras—Derek had been the one taking them. The fox guarding the henhouse.
He wasn't protecting me. He was hunting me.
We stayed frozen like that for five minutes, neither of us moving.
Finally, I climbed down from the railing and went back inside. Time to play his game.
The second I sat down, my phone rang. Derek.
"Just got off my shift. You hungry? What can I grab you?"
His voice was casual, like nothing had happened.
I dug my nails into my palm but kept my voice steady. "Actually... I'm craving that seafood bisque from Marco's, and maybe some of their garlic crab cakes."
Marco's was right by the hospital—at least a twenty-minute drive from my place. If he actually went to pick up food, it'd take him forty minutes minimum.
Twenty-two minutes later, my doorbell rang.
I froze. That was impossible.
And when I opened the door, he was wearing a white shirt, not the gray-blue one I'd seen.
Had I been seeing things?
I grabbed the food bag immediately. He must have ordered delivery—no other explanation.
But the containers weren't from any delivery service. They were his personal thermal lunch boxes.
"Damn, someone's hungry," Derek chuckled, ruffling my hair with that perfect, loving smile.
My brain went into overdrive. What if it wasn't Derek I'd seen on that fire escape? What if it was just someone who looked like him?
Derek headed to the kitchen, grabbed plates and utensils, and carefully picked through my food, removing bones and shells like he always did.
Watching him take care of me like this made my throat tight with guilt. I'd been so wrong to suspect him.
If he really wanted to hurt me, why go through all this trouble?
But I had to be sure. One more test.
"The stalker came back today. He returned my perfume..."
Derek went dead silent. He set down his fork and stared straight into my eyes.
"Beth... are you hiding something from me?"
I stared at him, confused. "What are you talking about?"
Derek pulled up a photo on his phone, his expression grim.
"I'm being stalked too."
"My colleague accidentally caught this."
I grabbed his phone to zoom in. The photo showed Derek in the hospital parking garage, being followed by someone in a baseball cap.
The timestamp read 10:45 PM—exactly when I'd seen Derek hiding in the opposite building.
My voice came out strangled. "That's impossible... I literally saw you across the street!"
Derek frowned. "What opposite street? I've been at the hospital since seven."
Nothing made sense anymore.
"But how could the stalker be in two places at once?"
Derek suddenly gripped my wrist tight.
"Unless... there's more than one of them."
He leaned in close, his eyes sharp and intense.
"Beth, who have you pissed off? Anyone who might want revenge?"
My heart hammered as a memory from two years ago flashed through my mind, but I immediately shook my head.
"I... nobody!"
Derek studied my face, gripping my shoulders.
"You just thought of something... If there's anyone, you have to tell me!"
"These people aren't calling cops or asking for money—they're just torturing us. They could be complete psychopaths. We could be in serious danger!"
That rainy day two years ago kept flashing in my head... but no one could possibly know about that.
I shook my head firmly again.
"I don't hurt people or break laws. Who would I have enemies with?"
"When I killed that homeless freak, it was pure self-defense... not my fault."
The darkness in Derek's eyes gradually cooled. He rubbed his temples, exhausted.
"Well, we're both targets now. Nothing to do but wait and see what happens... I'm beat. Going to bed."
Guilt twisted in my stomach. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't be getting stalked and dragged into this nightmare.
I gathered his clothes for the washing machine and found a receipt in his pocket.
"Two seafood bisques, two orders of garlic crab cakes..."
He'd bought two meals, but only brought up one. Who was the other one for?
While he slept, I tried to unlock his phone.
Access denied.
He'd changed his password behind my back!
From this angle, I could see everything. Derek was adjusting a camera, pointing it straight at me. Even though he was crouched in the shadows, I caught every single movement.
My heart dropped into my stomach, but suddenly everything clicked into place.
All those missing items that never showed up on our security cameras—Derek had been the one taking them. The fox guarding the henhouse.
He wasn't protecting me. He was hunting me.
We stayed frozen like that for five minutes, neither of us moving.
Finally, I climbed down from the railing and went back inside. Time to play his game.
The second I sat down, my phone rang. Derek.
"Just got off my shift. You hungry? What can I grab you?"
His voice was casual, like nothing had happened.
I dug my nails into my palm but kept my voice steady. "Actually... I'm craving that seafood bisque from Marco's, and maybe some of their garlic crab cakes."
Marco's was right by the hospital—at least a twenty-minute drive from my place. If he actually went to pick up food, it'd take him forty minutes minimum.
Twenty-two minutes later, my doorbell rang.
I froze. That was impossible.
And when I opened the door, he was wearing a white shirt, not the gray-blue one I'd seen.
Had I been seeing things?
I grabbed the food bag immediately. He must have ordered delivery—no other explanation.
But the containers weren't from any delivery service. They were his personal thermal lunch boxes.
"Damn, someone's hungry," Derek chuckled, ruffling my hair with that perfect, loving smile.
My brain went into overdrive. What if it wasn't Derek I'd seen on that fire escape? What if it was just someone who looked like him?
Derek headed to the kitchen, grabbed plates and utensils, and carefully picked through my food, removing bones and shells like he always did.
Watching him take care of me like this made my throat tight with guilt. I'd been so wrong to suspect him.
If he really wanted to hurt me, why go through all this trouble?
But I had to be sure. One more test.
"The stalker came back today. He returned my perfume..."
Derek went dead silent. He set down his fork and stared straight into my eyes.
"Beth... are you hiding something from me?"
I stared at him, confused. "What are you talking about?"
Derek pulled up a photo on his phone, his expression grim.
"I'm being stalked too."
"My colleague accidentally caught this."
I grabbed his phone to zoom in. The photo showed Derek in the hospital parking garage, being followed by someone in a baseball cap.
The timestamp read 10:45 PM—exactly when I'd seen Derek hiding in the opposite building.
My voice came out strangled. "That's impossible... I literally saw you across the street!"
Derek frowned. "What opposite street? I've been at the hospital since seven."
Nothing made sense anymore.
"But how could the stalker be in two places at once?"
Derek suddenly gripped my wrist tight.
"Unless... there's more than one of them."
He leaned in close, his eyes sharp and intense.
"Beth, who have you pissed off? Anyone who might want revenge?"
My heart hammered as a memory from two years ago flashed through my mind, but I immediately shook my head.
"I... nobody!"
Derek studied my face, gripping my shoulders.
"You just thought of something... If there's anyone, you have to tell me!"
"These people aren't calling cops or asking for money—they're just torturing us. They could be complete psychopaths. We could be in serious danger!"
That rainy day two years ago kept flashing in my head... but no one could possibly know about that.
I shook my head firmly again.
"I don't hurt people or break laws. Who would I have enemies with?"
"When I killed that homeless freak, it was pure self-defense... not my fault."
The darkness in Derek's eyes gradually cooled. He rubbed his temples, exhausted.
"Well, we're both targets now. Nothing to do but wait and see what happens... I'm beat. Going to bed."
Guilt twisted in my stomach. If it weren't for me, he wouldn't be getting stalked and dragged into this nightmare.
I gathered his clothes for the washing machine and found a receipt in his pocket.
"Two seafood bisques, two orders of garlic crab cakes..."
He'd bought two meals, but only brought up one. Who was the other one for?
While he slept, I tried to unlock his phone.
Access denied.
He'd changed his password behind my back!
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