Chapter 146 Cracks, Part 3 -1
+25 Points
Chapter 146: Cracks, Part 3.-1
Clara
That “You have the necklace” isn’t a question, it’s a statement. I lower my gaze again, almost instinctively. The diamond sparkles in the room’s light, subtle. Elegant.
Exactly as Ethan described it, I let it fall back onto my chest.
But I don’t say anything, not yet.
Vanessa takes a small step closer, she does not invade. But she comes close enough.
Her hand rises slowly, for a second… I think she won’t.
That she won’t cross that line, but she does. Her fingers barely touch the pendant, hold it.
As if she knows it. As if it weren’t the first time she’s seen it.
“The diamond…” she says, almost in a whisper, “represents what endures.”
My heart… beats faster.
“What doesn’t break,” she continues. “Even after the pressure… of time… of everything.”
My throat dries up. Because those words… They are not new.
They’re exactly the same, the same ones Ethan told me. At that moment, on that night. When he put it on me.
I look at her, now directly, but she’s not looking at me. She’s looking at the necklace.
“It’s a way of saying… that what is between two people… it is not fragile,” she adds.
Silence, heavy, dense.
My mind tries to process it, but something inside me has already understood it. Before I confirm it.
“It was a gift from Ethan-wasn’t it?”
There it is, the direct and clear question.
I don’t answer, I don’t. Not because I can’t, but because… Something won’t let me.
Something tells me that this conversation is no longer what it seemed at first.
hapter 146 Cracks, Part 3-1
Vanessa looks up at me. And, for the first time… I feel like she’s not being kind.
Not really, there’s something else. Something that she does not try to hide completely.
“It’s one of the best jewels you can get,” she says.
+25 Points
Release the necklace. She drops it gently on my chest. And that little movement… It feels
heavier than it should.
My breathing is slower now, more aware, more… alert.
Vanessa tilts her head slightly. As if she were observing me from another perspective.
As if she were no longer talking to me… but sizing me up. And then… she does it slowly.
Her hand goes up to her own chest, her fingers sliding down the edge of her dress at the height of her neck. And for a second… I don’t understand.
I don’t want to understand, but it does. She inserts her fingers slightly… and get something
out. Something that shines, something that… it can’t be.
No, it can’t be. But it is.
The same necklace, the same, the same diamond. The same shape, the same shine.
My gaze remains fixed, motionless. As if my mind needs to confirm it several times to accept
Vanessa holds the pendant between her fingers, lets it fall gently against her skin.
Exactly in the same place where mine rests.
“It’s a precious jewel,” she says.
As if nothing happened, as if this were normal. Like I didn’t quite break something inside of
I can’t speak, I can’t move, I can’t do anything. Because my mind… is trying to understand.
Trying to find a logical explanation, one that makes sense. But there isn’t.
Not yet, Vanessa watches me. Just one more second, and in her eyes… there is something.
VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me