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Chapter_101
Nolan’s eyes widened at Whitney’s question, surprise flashing across his face. He hadn’t expected her to bring up Elaine—let alone question her connection to Ludwik. For a brief moment, he hesitated, choosing his words with care, his voice even and deliberate.
“Elaine is… Ludwik’s cousin,” he said at last, though something flickered behind his calm expression. “I understand why you’d think otherwise. Their relationship is complicated, but they’re not siblings.”
Whitney’s brow creased, unease settling in her chest. She had always assumed Elaine was Ludwik’s sister. The way they spoke, the familiarity, the subtle protectiveness—it had all painted a convincing picture. But now, Nolan’s words tore at the seams of that illusion.
A cold realization crept over her, sinking into her bones. If Elaine wasn’t Ludwik’s sister, then everything—her actions, her veiled remarks, her presence—was no accident. It had all been calculated. Manipulative. Part of a deception that had begun long before Whitney ever noticed.
Why had Ludwik never corrected her assumption? Had he known what she believed and allowed it? Had she been the only one left in the dark, while others watched her flounder in falsehoods?
The hurt from earlier that evening—the sting of betrayal—now twisted into something deeper. Confusion. Doubt. Mistrust.
“I see,” Whitney murmured, her voice frostier now, clipped with restraint. “Thank you for clearing that up.”
Nolan noticed the shift immediately. Her posture stiffened, her eyes sharper, more distant. The composed woman he admired now seemed to be unraveling, layer by layer, right in front of him.
He stepped closer, offering her a gentle, understanding look. “Whitney… if you ever need to talk, I’m here. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
She looked up at him, and for a moment, something in her expression softened. Despite the chaos, Nolan’s words landed with quiet reassurance. He didn’t press. He didn’t pry. He simply offered presence—and right now, that was more than she could say for Ludwik.
Still, no amount of comfort could erase the questions circling in her mind. Her thoughts drifted, unwillingly, back to Ludwik. The man who once felt like a harbor in a storm—now reduced to a stranger cloaked in secrets.
And just as that thought rooted itself, a sharp voice cut through the air.
“Whitney. What are you doing here?”
The sound stopped her cold. That voice—so unmistakable in its severity—sent a chill down her spine. She turned slowly, her eyes meeting the hard, unreadable gaze of Ludwik as he stood at the entrance of the hall.
His presence was suffocating. That familiar intensity in his stare, the way he looked at her like she was still his to command—it ignited something in her. But this time, it wasn’t fear. It was defiance.
She straightened her back, her expression flattening into composure. Whatever vulnerability she’d shown moments ago was now buried deep.
“I’m leaving,” she said evenly, facing him without flinching. “And I suggest you do the same.”
His eyes narrowed, his voice edged with ice. “Leaving? You’re not going anywhere, Whitney. Not like this.”
Whitney didn’t blink. “You don’t get to decide that anymore.”
Ludwik’s jaw tightened, but he remained still. He said nothing else, just watched her with a look that hovered between anger and something unspoken. But he didn’t stop her.
Without another word, she turned and walked away. Each step felt heavy, yet certain—as though she were walking away from more than just a room. Perhaps from a version of herself she no longer recognized.
Silence stretched behind her, thick with things unsaid. A silence that felt like it was waiting to explode.
As she stepped into the night, the chill of the wind wrapped around her, biting at her skin. The night air stung, but it also cleared her head. Whatever storm awaited her next, she would face it on her own terms.
No more illusions. No more silence.
Ludwik’s hold on her was slipping, and whether he realized it or not—this time, the choice was hers.
