They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System-Chapter 61 - Exposed

A nagging sense of dread settled in her chest, because nothing good ever came from finding an anonymous envelope on your desk minutes after you left.

Taking a deep breath, she tilted the envelope.

Photographs slipped out.

Her heart pounded as they scattered onto her lap.

At first, she looked away, unwilling to face whatever truth was staring back at her.

But avoidance wouldn’t change reality.

Better to see it now than regret it later.

Slowly, cautiously, she forced herself to look.

Her breath hitched.

The image before her sent a jolt through her system.

Reuben.

He was in a cramped janitor’s closet, sitting stiffly on a bucket.

Wearing a janitor’s uniform.

The logo on the upper right side of his vest was unmistakable, the same company name he had claimed to work for.

The first picture showed Reuben staring at his phone, completely absorbed.

The second picture was different, he looked caught off guard.

But the third one…

Nurse Courage’s breath hitched.

His eyes.

A dangerous glint lurked in them, something she had never seen before.

A sharp, almost predatory look, like he had just realized someone was watching him.

Like he had spotted the photographer.

She sat frozen, gripping the photos, her mind spiraling.

‘He lied to me.’

Her chest tightened.

It didn’t matter to her if he was a janitor.

She never cared about things like that.

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If he had just told her, she would have accepted it.

But this wasn’t about his job.

This was about trust.

He had lied to her.

For years.

Since the very beginning of their relationship.

Her fingers curled around the edges of the photos, her nails digging into the glossy surface.

What else had he lied about?

How many more lies had he told her?

How many secrets had she accepted as truth, never once questioning them?

Nurse Courage sat there, unmoving, as time slipped away.

The weight of betrayal pressed down on her, numbing her to everything else.

Eventually, the pictures slid from her trembling hands, scattering onto the floor like fallen leaves.

Outside the stall, Nnenna had been waiting.

Ten minutes passed, then fifteen.

Then she heard it.

Soft sobs.

She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling in relief.

It worked.

With that, she turned and left, her job here done.

But inside the stall, Nurse Courage wasn’t just crying.

She was breaking.

For twenty more minutes, the tears fell freely.

Then, when she had no more left to give, her shoulders still shook, silent, empty tremors of exhaustion and heartbreak.

She sniffled and wiped at her face, then looked at the time.

‘Reuben… He might still be in the office.’

Her hands clenched into fists.

‘I need to see for myself.’

A man she had called her fiancé for years.

A man she had trusted with her heart.

The pictures told her almost everything, but she refused to believe them outright.

Not yet.

He deserved the benefit of the doubt, until she saw for herself.

Wiping her face with a tissue, she grabbed her things and stormed out of the hospital, her mind set on one thing.

Finding Reuben.

She drove like a woman possessed.

A journey that should have taken an hour was cut to thirty minutes.

She ran red lights, ignored speed limits, and didn’t care about the tickets piling up in her future.

The only thing that mattered was getting to him.

Finally, she screeched to a halt in front of the towering company building.

No parking.

No hesitation.

She flung the door open, stepping out with nothing not even her phone.

Her heels clicked against the marble floor of the reception as she marched to the front desk, her eyes blazing.

“Excuse me,” she said, her voice tight with urgency.

“Where can I find Mr.

Reuben Joriaky?”

The receptionist looked up, startled.

The woman before her looked older yet young, well maintained skin, but disheveled, hair messy, eyes swollen as if she had been crying for hours.

A pang of pity hit her chest before she even knew why.

“Who are you to him, ma’am?” she asked gently.

“I’m his fiancée,” Nurse Courage replied, her voice quieter than before.

The receptionist hesitated, then nodded.

“Yes, he does work here, but… he left about an hour ago after his shift ended.”

Nurse Courage exhaled slowly.

“Okay,” she murmured, digesting that information.

But she wasn’t done.

“Can I ask you something?” she continued, her tone more controlled now.

The receptionist nodded.

“Go ahead.”

Nurse Courage braced herself, preparing for what might be another crushing revelation.

“What exactly is his job here?

What does he do in this company?”

The receptionist frowned at the strange question.

“Aren’t you his fiancée?” she asked, suspicion creeping into her voice.

“You should know what he does.”

She studied Nurse Courage carefully.

Was this woman lying?

But then Nurse Courage spoke again, slower this time.

“Could you please tell me?” Her voice wavered.

“I need to know.”

The receptionist’s thoughts clicked into place.

A woman drives in recklessly, parks in front of the company instead of the lot, rushes in with disheveled hair, swollen eyes, with nothing in hand, then starts asking about an employee?

Something is wrong.

She sighed and finally answered.

“Madam, he’s the janitor in charge of the second floor.”

The words struck like a dagger.

Nurse Courage’s breath hitched.

Tears welled up, and before she could stop them, they spilled down her cheeks.

The last shred of hope she had been holding onto shattered into dust.

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