Chapter 361 No One Has Touched You

Chapter 361 No One Has Touched You
“If Will’s confession had gotten out, both his and James’ reputations would’ve been destroyed.”
Jenny didn’t wait for them to ask—she kept going, like a dam had broken. “The situation was getting out of hand, and I had no idea how to stop it. Then that afternoon, I saw his text. I acted on impulse—I replied, pretending to be James, and asked Will to meet at 10 p.m. I deleted all the messages after that. The boss never saw any of it.”
The color drained from Robert’s face. His jaw clenched; his hands curled into fists. “So you showed up in James’ place that night. And then…?”
Jenny gave a small, broken smile. “Robert—Will—you need to understand. I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I had to protect James’ reputation. That was the only thing on my mind. You… you didn’t do anything wrong. Loving someone isn’t a crime. You’re innocent. I never hated you. I just—”
James cut in sharply, “Wait. Are you saying… you didn’t—?”
Jenny nodded slowly. “That’s right, Robert. No one touched you that night.”
Robert froze. His ears rang. It felt like the floor had vanished under his feet.
James looked stunned. “Are you sure? You’re saying he wasn’t—”
“No.” Jenny’s voice trembled, but her words were steady. “Will never did anything wrong. But to protect you, I framed him. That night, I hired two men to knock him out. I took him to a prepared location. I paid them to leave after he passed out. Then… I undressed him, used some props to make it look like he’d been assaulted.”
She let out a bitter laugh. “It’s not hard to make someone inexperienced think they’ve been violated. When he woke up, I mimicked your voice and told him exactly what to say. That’s how it all started.”
Her tone softened a little. “It was dark. I couldn’t see anything clearly. Yes, I undressed you—but that was all. You don’t need to worry.”
Robert was silent. His face didn’t change, but his fists trembled slightly. Then he scoffed, voice icy, “Even if you didn’t let anyone touch me—do you really expect me to believe this was all just to protect James’ reputation?”
Something flickered in Jenny’s eyes—panic, quickly swallowed by resignation. She exhaled and nodded. “You’re right. That wasn’t the only reason.”
She looked at James. Her voice was quiet, almost tender. “You only ever pretended to care about me. But I—I’ve loved you for a very long time. I couldn’t stand the idea of someone else getting close to you.”
James blinked, stunned. Laura had said this—warned him Jenny was in love with him—but he’d brushed it off. Now, her words echoed in his head.
Jenny smiled, tired and wistful. “Boss, I’ve loved you since we were kids. I fell for you the moment I saw you. That’s why I never played with the other girls. I only ever wanted to follow you around.”
Her voice cracked. “Even in college, my feelings didn’t fade. They only grew. But then you asked me to pretend to be your girlfriend. Do you have any idea how cruel that was—for someone who actually loved you?”
James lowered his head and sighed. “I didn’t know. I swear I didn’t. If pretending hurt you, you should’ve said something. I never would’ve forced you.”
“I know,” Jenny said gently. “But I couldn’t say no. I knew I’d probably never be your real girlfriend, so… being your fake one was better than nothing. At least I could be close to you—even if only in name.”
James looked at her for a long moment. “So… after graduation, you didn’t follow me here for the job. You came for me.”
Jenny nodded. “You’ve never liked me. I knew that. But you’ve never had another girl by your side, either. So I held onto the fantasy that maybe—just maybe—you’d see how much I loved you.”
She laughed bitterly. “And then Laura appeared. At first, I refused to give up. I thought if she left, maybe you’d finally look my way. But it’s been three years since she left—and you’re still stuck on her. You never even looked at me.”
Silence settled in again.
They were all too stunned to speak, but Robert was the first to recover. His voice was cold. “Are you really telling the truth? No one did anything to me that night?”
Jenny nodded. “You’re innocent. I made it all up.”
He stared at her. “You knew I’d never let this go. That I’d come back for answers. So why tell the truth now?”
Jenny smiled faintly. “Because I want peace before I die.”
Her body trembled, and her face turned pale as paper. “I’ve been waiting for this day for years. This guilt—it’s eaten me alive. Every day after work, I write a suicide note by hand, thinking maybe today’s the day. I’ve got piles of them at home—thousands. They all say the same thing. Only the dates are different.”
She looked at Robert. “If there’s anything you still don’t understand, the answers are in those notes.”