Something strange is going on
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Reina’s POV
The mansion felt unusually quiet that evening.This was a few days after Valeria's impromptu visit.
Too quiet.
I stood by the balcony, my fingers resting lightly on the rail as I stared into the distance. The events of the past few days replayed endlessly in my mind—Valeria’s sudden return, the way she looked at me, the way Sebastian reacted… or rather, didn’t react.
Everything felt off.
And I hated not knowing why.
A soft breeze brushed against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the uneasiness settling deep in my chest. I exhaled slowly, turning back into the room, trying to distract myself.
That was when my phone buzzed.
I frowned slightly.
Unknown number.
For a moment, I hesitated. Then I picked it up and unlocked it.
One message.
Just one.
“You should ask your husband what really happened three years ago.”
My heart skipped.
Three years?
My grip on the phone tightened as I read the message again, slower this time, as if the words would somehow change.
They didn’t.
A strange chill ran down my spine.
Valeria.
Three years ago… she disappeared.
Was this about her?
Or something worse?
I quickly looked around the room as if someone was watching me, but everything was still.
Silent.
Empty.
I typed a reply.
“Who is this?”
The message delivered.
But no response came.
I waited.
Seconds turned into minutes.
Nothing.
I swallowed hard, locking my phone and placing it on the table, but my mind refused to settle. Whoever sent that message knew something.
Something important.
And somehow… it involved Sebastian.
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Sebastian’s POV
Something was off.
I noticed it the moment I stepped into the room.
Reina stood near the bed, but she wasn’t really there. Her posture was stiff, her expression distant, like her mind was somewhere else entirely.
“Reina.”
She flinched slightly before turning to me. “You’re back.”
Her tone was normal.
Too normal.
I studied her for a moment, walking closer. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” she replied quickly. “Why would something be wrong?”
I didn’t answer immediately.
Because I didn’t believe her.
But I let it go.
For now.
I loosened my tie slightly, my eyes never leaving her. “You’ve been quiet.”
“And you’ve been observant,” she shot back lightly, trying to brush it off.
I almost smiled.
Almost.
But something in her eyes stopped me.
There was tension there.
Hidden.
Carefully controlled.
And I didn’t like it.
“Reina,” I called again, softer this time.
She looked at me.
And for a brief moment… I saw it.
Fear.
It was gone just as quickly as it appeared, but I saw it.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she insisted, turning away from me. “I’m just tired.”
I watched her as she moved around the room, pretending to be busy.
Lying.
I could tell.
But pushing her now wouldn’t help.
So I let it go.
But not completely.
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Reina’s POV
I could feel his eyes on me.
Watching.
Observing.
As if he could see right through me.
I forced myself to stay calm, to act normal, but inside, my thoughts were spiraling.
Three years.
What happened three years ago?
Why did Valeria leave?
And why did it feel like I was the only one who didn’t know the truth?
I picked up my phone again, pretending to check something, but in reality, I was hoping—
Praying—
For another message.
And then it came.
My breath caught as the screen lit up again.
Unknown number.
Slowly, I opened it.
“The woman you met today isn’t your biggest problem.”
My heart began to race.
What?
Before I could even process that, another message came in.
“Next time… I won’t miss.”
My blood ran cold.
The attack.
This wasn’t just about the past.
This was about me.
Someone was watching.
Someone who knew exactly what was happening.
My hands trembled slightly as I locked the phone again, my breathing uneven.
I wasn’t safe.
And for the first time since all of this began…
I was truly afraid.
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Sebastian’s POV
I saw it this time.
She tried to hide it.
But I saw it clearly.
Her hands.
Shaking.
My eyes narrowed slightly as I stepped closer. “Reina.”
She didn’t respond immediately.
“Reina.”
She turned, forcing a small smile. “Yes?”
I didn’t return it.
“What are you hiding from me?”
Her expression faltered.
Just for a second.
Then she shook her head. “Nothing.”
I stepped even closer now, close enough to see the tension in her face, the way she was holding herself together.
“You’re a terrible liar,” I said quietly.
Silence.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
For a moment, I thought she would tell me.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she looked away.
And that was all I needed to know.
Something was wrong.
And whatever it was—
She wasn’t telling me.
My jaw tightened slightly as I straightened, my expression turning cold.
Fine.
If she wouldn’t tell me…
I would find out myself.
Because one thing was certain—
Something had just changed.
And I didn’t like it one bit.
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