His Private Chef (by Amycee) novel Chapter 154

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Chapter 154

For a moment, I just stared at it. In any other world, reading someone else’s diary would feel wrong, invasive. But this was Cassie. And right now, answers mattered more than courtesy.

The early pages were girlish- lists of crushes, doodles of hearts, notes about her first period. I flipped further in, but still found nothing of what I was searching for.

I was ready to give up when my eyes snagged on a line, easy to miss unless you read it twice.

He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s the real father of my babies.

I froze.

My stomach twisted, bile rising, my eyes darting down to the name scribbled beneath.

Not Liam.

A name that shattered every assumption I’d carried.

I left Cassie’s room with her diary held tight in my hands, its weight a reminder of the secrets it carried. I didn’t sleep that night. Instead, I sat curled on the bed, the glow of my phone screen burning my eyes as I typed out a message I’d already rewritten a dozen times.

Please come back home.

I stared at the words for a long time before finally pressing send. The screen remained empty. No reply.

Somewhere between waiting and watching, exhaustion claimed me. When I opened my eyes again, it was morning. The first thing I saw was the glass of water on my nightstand. Fresh, chilled, the way Liam always left it.

Hope sparked. He’d come back.

I rushed out of bed and checked the bathroom. Empty. The closet. Empty. My stomach dropped. He’d come back only to leave again.

By the time I made it downstairs, Sophia was in the living room, lounging on the couch with her phone in her hands. Her brow was furrowed in a scowl so deep she didn’t even notice me at first.

“Good morning, Soph,” I said, forcing lightness into my voice as I sank down beside her. “What’s

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got you so pissed off already?”

She looked up. The words she spoke next knocked the breath out of me.

“Cassie’s dead.”

For a second, I just stared. “What? When?”

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“It’s all over the media,” she said flatly, tossing her phone onto the couch between us. “News reports, blogs, gossip pages. Everyone’s talking about it.”

I inhaled sharply. “And the comments?”

Her frown deepened. “A mess. Some people are hurling bile at you, saying the most disgusting things. Others are defending you, actually asking the right questions. But either way, it’s a disaster.”

I started to rise, desperate to see it for myself, but Sophia’s hand clamped over mine. “Don’t. Don’t do that to yourself, Em. It’s not good for you. Or the baby. The only opinions that matter belong to the people who matter. Everyone else? Noise.”

Her words were strong, but the knot in my chest only tightened. My boyfriend’s pregnant ex had collapsed bleeding in my studio. And I’d been the one to find her. No matter how Sophia framed it, I knew exactly how the world would twist the story.

I covered my face with my hands. “God, why can’t I just get a break?”

Sophia rubbed my back. “At least she’s gone now. And honestly? For the first time in my life, I’m glad someone’s dead.”

“Sophia!” I dropped my hands, horrified.

“What?” she shrugged. “You want me to pretend? That girl tried to poison you. If you expect me to mourn her, think again.”

Her bluntness made my stomach twist, but I didn’t answer. My mind was already circling Liam.

“Did you see him this morning?” I asked.

She tilted her head. “You mean Liam? No. Did he come back last night?”

“He must’ve. He left the glass of water, like he always does.”

Sophia’s lips curved wryly. “Yeah… about that. He called me and told me to leave the water for

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