The Comments Called Me Ruined and I Called Bluff Chapter 06
Once my identity was confirmed, the dynamic in the house shifted completely.
Sadie underwent the most obvious transformation.
Her fake victim persona shattered into a million pieces, leaving absolutely nothing behind.
Her true self finally emerged—a mildly clingy, heavily talkative, and intensely hungry little shadow.
Every morning, she would show up outside my bedroom door right on time.
She wouldn’t knock. She would just push the door open and throw her entire weight onto my bed.
“Nicole! Get up! What are we eating today?”
“Is it even seven yet?”
“It’s seven-thirty! Get up! I’m starving!”
I managed to tolerate it on the first day.
I managed to tolerate it on the second day.
By the third morning, when she threw herself onto the bed again, I rolled over and pulled the blanket completely over my head.
“Sadie, are you my alarm clock?”
“Better than an alarm clock! You can hit snooze on an alarm, but you can’t hit snooze on me!”
With that, she yanked my blanket back and slid right into bed with me.
Her ice-cold feet pressed instantly against my leg.
“Your feet are freezing…”
“Hahaha…”
[So Sadie’s true form is actually a little devil.]
[She worked so hard pretending to be a victim for three years, she’s completely unleashed now.]
Cyrus’s changes were a bit more subtle.
He didn’t throw himself at me the way Sadie did.
Instead, he simply started materializing in places he had absolutely no reason to be.
For instance, while I was in the kitchen making breakfast, he would walk in carrying a glass to pour some water.
Once the glass was full, he wouldn’t leave. He would just lean against the counter and watch me.
“Don’t you have work?”
“Going in late today.”
“Why are you standing there?”
“Drinking water.” He raised his glass slightly.
[Cyrus is just watching Nicole cook, hahaha.]
[It’s been half an hour and he’s still not even done with half a glass of water.]
Another time, Sadie and I were sitting in the living room doing face masks together.
Cyrus came downstairs and froze halfway down the steps.
He stared at us for a couple of seconds. Then he quietly walked over to the single armchair, sat down, and opened his phone to pretend he was reading the news.
“Cyrus, do you want one too?” Sadie asked, waving a face mask in the air.
“No.”
“Are you sure? It’s really hydrating, and you look exhausted from working late recently…”
“I said no.”
Despite his refusal, he didn’t budge.
He just sat there “reading the news.”
He “read” for forty straight minutes.
It wasn’t until we finished our masks, washed our faces, drank our yogurt, and headed back to our rooms that he finally got up and went upstairs.
[He just wants to hang out with them.]
[He’s just too proud to say it out loud.]
[The emotionally detached brother is always the funniest.]
One night around eleven, I was in the study sorting through the disastrous financial records the imposter had left behind.
There was a knock at the door.
Cyrus walked in, carrying a glass of warm milk. “Not asleep yet?”
“Almost done.” I took the milk, “Thanks.”
He didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he took a seat across from the desk.
“I looked over those accounts.” he said, “Most of the money can be recovered. A few transactions went through gray markets, but I already have the lawyers looking into them.”
“Okay.”
“You don’t need to worry too much about it. I’ll keep an eye on things.”
“I’d like to understand what’s going on.”
He glanced at me and didn’t press the matter further.
The room fell quiet for a moment.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, putting the paperwork down to look at him.
“Nothing.” he paused, “Just… making sure you’re still here.”
I blinked, then smiled. “I am. And I’m not going anywhere.”
He gave a slight nod and stood up.
When he reached the doorway, he lingered for a second. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
The door clicked shut behind him.
[Just making sure she’s still here. That hit me right in the chest.]
[For three whole years, he woke up every single day never knowing who he was going to see.]