I silently carried the plates to the kitchen. The sound of water masked the voices in the living room, but I still heard them clearly.
“She won’t suspect anything, right?” Chloe’s voice was soft.
Daniel chuckled.
“Her? She’s just a fool blinded by love. We could kiss in front of her and she’d still think we were putting on a show.”
“That’s good. I was worried she might notice something.”
“Notice what? She didn’t even dare speak up when I poured out her mother’s soup. What could she possibly discover?”
My hands froze. The dish nearly slipped from my grasp.
After washing the dishes, I returned to the storage room and shut the door. The room was silent, only the sound of my heartbeat filling it. I pulled out my phone, hesitated for a long time, then pressed record.
From today on, I would keep a record of everything.
As my body slowly recovered, Daniel began pressing me to return to work.
“Chloe’s next round of treatment isn’t covered yet,” he said at the doorway, his tone entitled.
When I arrived at the office building, I immediately felt my coworkers’ strange stares—sympathy, disdain, something unspoken.