My CEO's Blackmail Tape - Chapter 50: Chapter 50
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My voice shook as I forced out the words. "Daniel... are you leaving me?"
Daniel Evans turned away, roughly swiping at his eyes with his sleeve. He was crying—trying to hide it from me. People say men don't cry easily, but when they do, it's real. In all our years together, I'd never seen him break like this. The sight cut deep, twisting something inside me.
"It's not about wanting to leave you," he choked out. "It's the illness... I can't drag you down with me."
I'd tried so hard to keep the truth from him, but he'd found out anyway. Proof that secrets never stay buried. He'd been patient, swallowing his anger, drowning it in liquor instead of confronting me. And even now, he twisted the knife on himself, taking all the blame.
How could a man like this exist?
The kinder he was, the worse I felt.
He waved me off, signaling for me to go. Numb, I stood, my legs unsteady like I was walking on clouds. The second I stepped out of the hospital, I dialed Nathan Roscente. No answer. I called again. And again.
Finally, he picked up, his voice sharp with irritation. "What the hell is wrong with you? I told you not to call me. Are you out of your mind?"
"Those photos you sent me—the ones of Daniel and Ethan Lopez—they were fake, weren't they?"
Silence.
That silence told me everything.
Even if he tried to lie now, I wouldn't believe him.
But he didn't bother. Instead, he let out a low, icy laugh. "Knew you'd figure it out eventually. Just didn't think it'd be this soon. How'd you catch on?"
If I could reach through the phone and strangle him, I would've.
So this had been his plan all along. He'd sent those doctored photos to manipulate me—to turn me into his eager little plaything, ready to crawl into bed whenever he snapped his fingers. The cold calculation of it made my stomach turn.
Through clenched teeth, I hissed, "Nathan, you're getting married. Let's end this. I won't hold a grudge."
His laugh was dark, sending a chill down my spine.
"You won't hold a grudge?" he mocked. "Who do you think you are? Remember, I still have that video of you. One click, and it's in Daniel's inbox. Another, and it's everywhere. He'll leave you. The internet will eat you alive. Think hard—do you really want that?"
I knew he'd use that damn video against me. My throat tightened.
If Daniel found out I'd made out with a stranger on a train, he'd be disgusted. He'd divorce me in a heartbeat. And I didn't want that. I'd never find another man who treated me half as well. And if that video went viral...
I couldn't even finish the thought. My whole body trembled.
Before I could respond, Nathan hung up. I called back—his phone was off.
Night swallowed the city as I wandered the streets like a ghost, my mind a mess of tangled thoughts.
For the next two weeks, I took leave to stay by Daniel's side in the hospital.
He barely spoke to me, but eventually, the silence became familiar.
I didn't reach out to Nathan again. He didn't call either. Even the raw, reckless hunger I'd felt for him faded into nothing. It almost felt like things were back to normal—though I knew better.
Then one day, Sophia Hill showed up with news.
"Did you hear?" she blurted. "Nathan and Isabella Winston postponed their wedding!"
Daniel Evans turned away, roughly swiping at his eyes with his sleeve. He was crying—trying to hide it from me. People say men don't cry easily, but when they do, it's real. In all our years together, I'd never seen him break like this. The sight cut deep, twisting something inside me.
"It's not about wanting to leave you," he choked out. "It's the illness... I can't drag you down with me."
I'd tried so hard to keep the truth from him, but he'd found out anyway. Proof that secrets never stay buried. He'd been patient, swallowing his anger, drowning it in liquor instead of confronting me. And even now, he twisted the knife on himself, taking all the blame.
How could a man like this exist?
The kinder he was, the worse I felt.
He waved me off, signaling for me to go. Numb, I stood, my legs unsteady like I was walking on clouds. The second I stepped out of the hospital, I dialed Nathan Roscente. No answer. I called again. And again.
Finally, he picked up, his voice sharp with irritation. "What the hell is wrong with you? I told you not to call me. Are you out of your mind?"
"Those photos you sent me—the ones of Daniel and Ethan Lopez—they were fake, weren't they?"
Silence.
That silence told me everything.
Even if he tried to lie now, I wouldn't believe him.
But he didn't bother. Instead, he let out a low, icy laugh. "Knew you'd figure it out eventually. Just didn't think it'd be this soon. How'd you catch on?"
If I could reach through the phone and strangle him, I would've.
So this had been his plan all along. He'd sent those doctored photos to manipulate me—to turn me into his eager little plaything, ready to crawl into bed whenever he snapped his fingers. The cold calculation of it made my stomach turn.
Through clenched teeth, I hissed, "Nathan, you're getting married. Let's end this. I won't hold a grudge."
His laugh was dark, sending a chill down my spine.
"You won't hold a grudge?" he mocked. "Who do you think you are? Remember, I still have that video of you. One click, and it's in Daniel's inbox. Another, and it's everywhere. He'll leave you. The internet will eat you alive. Think hard—do you really want that?"
I knew he'd use that damn video against me. My throat tightened.
If Daniel found out I'd made out with a stranger on a train, he'd be disgusted. He'd divorce me in a heartbeat. And I didn't want that. I'd never find another man who treated me half as well. And if that video went viral...
I couldn't even finish the thought. My whole body trembled.
Before I could respond, Nathan hung up. I called back—his phone was off.
Night swallowed the city as I wandered the streets like a ghost, my mind a mess of tangled thoughts.
For the next two weeks, I took leave to stay by Daniel's side in the hospital.
He barely spoke to me, but eventually, the silence became familiar.
I didn't reach out to Nathan again. He didn't call either. Even the raw, reckless hunger I'd felt for him faded into nothing. It almost felt like things were back to normal—though I knew better.
Then one day, Sophia Hill showed up with news.
"Did you hear?" she blurted. "Nathan and Isabella Winston postponed their wedding!"
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