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Chapter 83

Damien’s POV

I woke the next morning with a banging headache, the sunlight streaming through the curtains too bright for my eyes. I groaned, sitting up in bed, my head pounding.

But as I moved. I felt a warmth beside me.

My heart stopped

I turned slowly, dread curling in my stomach as I saw Eva lying beside me, her body tangled in the sheets, her hair splayed across the pillow. My breath caught in my throat as I realized–both of us were naked.

My mind raced, trying to piece together the events of the night before; the drinking, the loneliness, Eva’s comforting presence.

“What the hell.“I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Eva stirred beside me, her eyes fluttering open, A slow, lazy smile spread across her face as she looked at me with those eyes

I knew so much.

“Morning Damien,” she said, her voice soft and satisfied.

I jumped out of bed, my heart racing, panic flooding through my entire being. How did this happen? How had I let this happen?

My hands shook as I backed away from the bed, my mind reeling with the weight of what I couldn’t remember.

Did I sleep with Eva?

That question lingered in my mind now for days like a heavy fog, I couldn’t shake off. It was a thought that kept resurfacing gnawing at the tender surface of my mind, refusing to let go. I had woken up next to her, my body aching with the after- feeling of too much whiskey, my memory hazy, but one thing was clear–I had no recollection of anything intimate happening. And yet, there she was, lying beside me, naked under the sheets, her expression cool and composed, as if she

held all the answers.

But did I Could I have done something so reckless, something that would shatter everything I had with Irene?

I couldn’t accept it. I wouldn’t accept it. I refuse to.

I paced around the living room, my hands running through my hair in frustration. The silence of the house felt oppressive, suffocating. Irene was gone for days now. Charlie was gone. Even Delores, who’d been the glue holding Irene together some days, had left with them. And all I had now was Eva–Eva, with her insidious smiles and her confident claims that we had crossed a line I didn’t even remember.

I felt sick. 1 felt trapped.

Eva had been so persistent, so sure of herself. The way she spoke about that night made it sound inevitable, making me question my sanity. But the more she insisted, the more I felt something was wrong, deeply wrong.

“Why are you torturing yourself, Damien?” Her voice startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned to see her standing in the doorway, her eyes soft with what appeared else behind her gaze “You’ve been pacing like that for hours.” She pointed out as she walked into the living room.

Le concern. But 1 knew better. There was always something

“Because none of this makes sense,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended. “I don’t remember anything happening” I said, a bit softer but still sounding stern.

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Eva sighed and her expression shifted to one of patience and understanding, as if she were dealing with a child, and I freaking hated that look.

“You were drunk, Damien. It’s not surprising that you don’t remember. But I was there, I remember. She argued but still in a soft tone that could make anyone believe she was telling the truth.

Those words sent a shiver down my spine. “I was there. I remember

But that was the problem.

I wasn’t there, not fully. My mind had been dulled by the alcohol, my thoughts clouded. And she was using that against me, twisting the situation to fit her narrative.

And it made me feel sick to my stomach.

“I don’t believe you,” I said, though even as the words left my mouth, I felt the weight of doubt pressing in. What if she

telling the truth? What if, in my drunken state, I had crossed that line without even realizing it?

Fuck!

was

“Damien, you don’t have to feel guilty about this. I know you miss Irene, but you were vulnerable, and I was here for you. It’s not something we planned, it just happened.” Eva stepped closer, her presence unnerving.

“No.” I said firmly, backing away from her. “I don’t believe that. If something like that happened, I’d know. I’d remember.” I told her firmly even though my thoughts weren’t firm.

Her smile faltered, but she quickly regained her composure. That’s the kind of person she is.

“Sometimes people block out things they don’t want to remember, especially when they’re feeling guilty.” She said as if it was what best describes my situation.

Guilt. The word clung to the air between us. And maybe that was it- she was relying on my guilt to break me down, to make me accept whatever she wanted me to believe. But the more she talked, the more I felt like I was losing my grip on reality.

I couldn’t prove she was lying, but I also couldn’t believe her. I was dangling in a deep dilemma.

“I can’t keep doing this.” I muttered, running my hands over my face. “I can’t keep questioning myself every time I think about that night,” I said out loud.

Eva reached out, but I pulled away. I didn’t want her touch, I didn’t want her to manipulate me further.

“You’re torturing yourself for no reason,” she said softly. “What’s done is done. There’s no point in fighting it. Her words were like poison, slipping into my mind, trying to convince me that I was the one in denial. But I wasn’t. I couldn’t be.

“There’s nothing to fight because nothing happened, I snapped, my frustration boiling over. “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but this… this isn’t right.”

Eva’s expression shifted again, her patience thinning. “I’m not playing a game, Damien. I’m telling you the truth. You just don’t want to face it. Her voice was beginning to coat with frustration.

“I’m not the one avoiding the truth?” I shot back. “You are, You’re trying to manipulate me into believing something that didn’t happen

Her eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the mask of sympathy fellaway, revealing the coldness underneath. “You’re only making this harder on yourself. Do you think denying it will bring Irene back? That it will somehow make everything better?” There was sass in how she asked the question. I stared ather, the words hitting me like a punch to the gut.

Irene. She had beft because of this because I hadn’t been able to protect her from Eva’s games. And now I was standing here, arguing with someone I knew was lying, but with no way to provE İL

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I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “Eva, we both know nothing happened. You’re twisting this for your own reasons. whatever they are, but I’m not going to let you mess with my head anymore.” I deadpanned.

She didn’t flinch. “You’re seared, Damien. Scared of what it means if you admit the truth.” She was trying to get to me.

And the sad truth was that she was really getting to me with her calculative words. But I had to take charge and put a stop to

this.

“No,” I said, stepping closer, my voice calm but firm. “I’m not scared. I’m done. I need you to stop.”

Her expression was unreadable, her eyes darkened and calculating, “What are you going to do, Damien? Keep pretending this didn’t happen? Keep running away from the truth?” She taunted.

“No. I’m not running away I shook my head. “I’m standing right here, telling you that nothing happened. And deep down, I think you know that too.” I said to her, hoping she finally got it.

And for a brief moment, something flickered in her eyes- doubt, maybe. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

“You’ll never prove it,” she said softly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of her words settle on my chest. She was right. I had no proof, no evidence to counter her claims. But I also had no memory of that night, and that was what I clung to. My instincts told me she was lying, and I

had to trust that

I needed Irene back in my life. I won’t let Eva ruin this for me for the second time.

“I don’t need to prove it,” I finally said, meeting her gaze. “Because I know the truth. And so do you.”

She stared at me for a long moment, her expression unreadable, before finally turning and walking out of the room. The silence she left behind felt heavy, but there was a small sense of relief in it too.