The 99th Game Was Mine All Along novel Chapter 89

Chapter 3 

The next morning, feeling somewhat better, I arrived at the design firm right on time. 

Sarah, my creative director, held my resignation letter with mixed emotions when I told her about returning home for marriage. 

“First my best jewelry designer leaves for marriage,” she sighed, shaking her head. “The studio won’t be the same without you.” 

Words failed me, so I hugged her instead, grateful for her mentorship over the years. 

News of my departure spread quickly through the office. My colleagues insisted on throwing me a farewell dinner. 

I suggested the Italian restaurant Castro and I frequented – partly because I didn’t know many others, but mostly because their seafood risotto was exceptional. 

During dinner, I excused myself to the wash my hand, only to find Oriana touching up her makeup at the marble vanity. 

“What a coincidence!” She smiled warmly at my reflection. “You know, Castro first brought me here during our college days. We’ve had so many special moments in this place since then.” 

I returned a polite smile and turned to leave, seeing no reason for small talk between us. 

But Oriana wasn’t finished. 

She called after me, “I noticed something the other night – Castro always rinses the spicy sauce off your 

shrimp. Are you sensitive to spice too?” 

That single word – “too” – made me freeze. 

The truth was, I loved spicy food. But Castro always insisted on rinsing my shrimp, claiming spicy food 

wasn’t ladylike. 

I’d believed he was being protective. Now I realized he was simply acting on habit. 

It’s Oriana, who couldn’t handle spice. 

Seeing my silence, she tilted her head, studying my face with unsettling intensity. 

“You know, I’ve been meaning to say this since I first saw you… Don’t you think we look remarkably 

similar?” 

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I’d never felt more humiliated. 

Under her triumphant gaze, I fled the bathroom, the pieces finally falling into place – I hadn’t been his love, I’d been her replacement. 

Back in the private dining room, my colleagues‘ warmth slowly thawed my frozen state. 

Just as I was beginning to push aside the unpleasant encounter, the door swung open. 

Castro stood in the doorway, his Armani suit slightly disheveled, his eyes scanning the crowded room before landing on me with laser focus. 

In that moment of eye contact, I saw barely contained rage in his expression, though I couldn’t fathom why. 

“Aveline.” His voice cut through the chatter like ice. “A word?” 

Following him into the marble–lined hallway, I was utterly unprepared for what happened next. His hand connected with my cheek in a sharp crack that echoed off the pristine walls. 

In seven years, he had never raised a hand to me. 

– 

“How dare you push Oriana?” Meeting my shocked gaze, he showed no remorse – only fury. “You knew her ankle was injured. I told you I’d explain everything later – is this your way of getting revenge?” 

My cheek burned where he’d struck me. 

Oriana limped toward us from down the hallway. Her designer blouse was rumpled and stained with 

water. 

Before I could defend myself, she collapsed dramatically to the floor. Castro shoved past me, rushing to gather her in his arms.