Chapter 133. You Want Me to Be Treated Like I’m Insane?

Chloe’s POV

I wasn’t surprised when Layla told me she knew the truth about me. I had anticipated, deep down, that Ezra would tell her eventually. It was only a matter of time before the truth surfaced.

What I did find surprising was her reaction, she still looked at me with soft eyes. She still wanted to help me.

I held her hands across the table, lowering my head so my hair fell around my face. My eyes stung with fake tears, and I made sure my voice trembled just enough. On the outside, I looked broken. On the inside, I was calculating.

“Layla,” I said through the tightness in my throat, squeezing her hands as if I was desperate. “I hope you don’t hate me. Please… please. Just tell me you don’t hate me.”

Her voice was soft, “I don’t hate you. I just want to help you. I just want you to stop hiding from yourself. You can’t keep pretending that nothing is wrong.”

I nodded my head quickly, pretending to be ashamed. I even let my shoulders dro