Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 38

That night, I slept like a rock until some noise outside yanked me awake.

It wasn't Hayden talking, but some woman with a local accent.

From the sound of it, she wasn't young. Younger women usually have soft, clear voices, while older women's voices are heavier and rougher.

I had a knack for recognizing people by their voices, yet I couldn't tell that the man I had loved for ten years was actually a jerk.

They say you only truly forget someone when you stop thinking about them all the time. Clearly, I wasn't there yet. I still found myself thinking about Jace. Even if it wasn't love anymore, it was resentment. I couldn't help but think of him now and then. I stayed in bed, straining to hear the conversation outside.

"Macy, where's Hayden?" the woman asked..

"He left early this morning," Macy replied, the sound of running water in the background.

"He left, huh? I thought he was still asleep," the woman laughed lightly.

"Molly, why do you care if Hayden's up or not? He doesn't like you, so stop wasting your time," Macy shot back, no sugar-coating.

bluntness, but Molly, standing outside the door, didn't even flinch. She chuckled. "What do you know? Guys

snickered. Molly seemed pretty

know is that he tossed you out

do you even know, you old

self-respect and dignity," Macy replied, earning

ton. If you can't help me, at least don't make things worse," Molly tried to

having it. "Yeah, you've helped, but not out of

more."

stifled a laugh under the covers. Macy's sharp wit was something

you took in

she's got smooth, soft skin, Most importantly, she's single

instinctively touch my skin.

that so? I'd like to see her. Where

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here because she

feet, polished toenails and all, into my slippers. My silk nightgown was a creamy color, with straps so thin they looked ready to snap any second. Combined with my