All Chapters of The Lover Behind my Back: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Helena’s POVI stared at my phone like it had just given me a way out. Maybe it actually has.My thumb hovered over the screen for a second longer than it should have, my mind already trying to catch up with what I was about to do.This was me avoiding it, not taking it head on. I very well know that.I felt it in the way my chest tightened, in the way my thoughts refused to sit still. I wasn’t choosing something, I was running away from something else.From him. From that conversation waiting for me at the end of the day. From the way Barron had looked at me like he already knew the answer I was trying so hard to deny.I let out a slow breath. I don’t have to do this tonight.That thought felt soft, almost like my mind was giving me the permission my body needed. Like something I could hold onto without feeling like I was completely losing control.I picked up my phone and quickly opened the chat. B’s chat.The last message sat there like it had been waiting for me.Tonight. Eight.

Helena’s POVI didn’t move, even though every part of me felt like it was already leaning.His hand rested warm against my waist, steady and grounding, like he was giving me the choice without saying it out loud. His eyes stayed on mine, ever so soft… so patient. He didn't push, didn't demand anything.He just waited.And somehow, that made it harder.My mind kept playing around my thoughts, playing around the possibilities.If he had pushed, if he had rushed me, cornered me into it, maybe I would’ve had something to resist. Something to fight against.But this? This is quiet, this is gentle. This is everything I used to want.My fingers curled slightly against his chest, feeling the damp warmth of his skin beneath my touch. I could hear the water shifting softly around us, the faint echo of it bouncing against the tiled walls, filling the silence I couldn’t.You’ve always wanted this.The thought came quietly, almost like an alarm.This is Liam. This is us. What we had… what we wer

Tessy’s POVI stared at the message longer than I should have.The number wasn’t saved. No name, no hint, nothing familiar. Just a string of digits sitting there like it expected me to understand it.My fingers hovered over the screen, not moving as my eyes went over the screen.Avoiding?My brows pulled together slightly as I leaned back in my chair, the office noise from others fading into something distant behind me.Avoiding who?I hadn’t avoided anyone, anyone except for him this morning. But why would he text me right after saying what he said last night?I'd just done what he asked for, kept to myself, focused on work, and stayed out of things that obviously don’t concern me.My throat tightened slightly.Or maybe that wasn’t true. Maybe I had been avoiding something, or someone.I swallowed, my gaze dropping back to the message as my mind started running through possibilities, none of them settling long enough to make sense.Barron wouldn’t text like this. He didn’t need to.L

Helena’s POVThe words didn’t settle right.They didn’t land the way everything else had just landed between us, not clear, just heavy and pressing in.They lingered over me, hovering somewhere in the space between what I already thought I knew and something I couldn’t quite name yet.An idea? Something that could help us?My fingers tightened slightly against the armrest as I watched him, my mind already moving ahead of me, trying to piece together what that could possibly be without letting it dive too far.There were only so many directions something like that could go. And none of them felt… safe.I exhaled slowly, my brows pulling together just a little when I asked, “What kind of idea?”He didn’t answer immediately. Just looked at me for a second, like he was measuring how to say it. Then—“A dinner night.”I blinked. “A Dinner night?”“With them,” he added calmly, like that did any good in making it sound better. “You and your fiancé. Me and Tessy. One night.”For a second, I j

Helena's POV I let the door slide open slowly, almost carefully, like the room on the other side might shatter if it moved too fast.The smell hit me first, carried by the wind straight into my nose, sterile and pretty overwhelming. It smelled clean in a way that felt too good to hold a body, a kind of silence rested in the air, heavy and quiet, like the room had been emptied of everything color.And then, my eyes fell on him, and with it, my fingers tightened around the hem of my skirt without me meaning to, my breath blocking the air halfway into my chest and refusing to let it out again. For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. Couldn’t even think straight.Cause the man lying on that bed, the man laying with his eyes closed couldn’t be him. It couldn’t be my grandfather.My eyes moved over him slowly, like if I took it all in too fast, it would become real in a way I wouldn’t be able to take back. His face looked smaller, like something had ripped him out from the inside