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

Chapter 561

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"Haddy really is a heartless one," Hernan let go of me, his voice dripping with mock sympathy.

I shot him a look, feeling my blood boil. And before I knew it, I just snapped. I grabbed the closest thing to me and hurled it at him. "See? I was never his girl! What a jerk. Total... idiot."

I don't normally curse-like, ever. But in that moment? I didn't even care who I was mad at anymore. I just needed to say it.

Shouting all that-the anger, the frustration, the hurt-it actually made me feel lighter, like I could finally breathe again. Like I was throwing off this weight I'd been carrying around for way too long.

Hernan didn't flinch. He just stood there like a wall, taking it all.

By the time my arms were too weak to move, I crumpled to the floor, curling into a ball. I felt empty, like every ounce of energy had been drained from me.

Eventually, Hernan walked out. But as the door clicked shut behind him, I caught a voice from outside.

"You seriously think she's the one who's gonna reel Hayden back in?"

door clicked again, cutting off whatever response he had, and suddenly... silence. Like, dead

Alone. Like, really alone.

emotional explosion had zapped every ounce of energy I had left. My head was just this giant fog, and I stared at absolutely nothing in front of me, feeling completely spaced out, like my brain just checked out for the day. How

your clothes,

blinked at her, still half-dazed. "Why'd you even wash

gave me a polite smile. "Mr. Skye insists on cleanliness. No one sleeps in

the

nodded.

tiny sigh of relief slipped out

clothes down, then started picking up the disaster I'd made of

like the space had exhaled-quieter, emptier, and somehow... calmer. Slowly,

I grabbed my phone and started typing

jerk. You said you loved me, but now you're out there picking rings with some other girl? You're a selfish

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better than this. But nope-turns out,

ME? Didn't know

through? It's on you. If anything happens to

typing, typing, like each message was the only thing keeping me from