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?"

off whatever response he had, and suddenly... silence.

Alone. Like, really alone.

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 long had I been sitting there? Minutes? Hours? I had no idea. But then, the door opened

are your

half-dazed.

Skye insists on cleanliness. No

the one

nodded.

sigh of relief slipped out of

then started picking up the disaster

had exhaled-quieter, emptier, and somehow... calmer.

grabbed my phone and started typing like my

a jerk. You said you loved me, but now you're out

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this. But nope-turns out, you're just as shallow as

now you're blaming ME? Didn't

anything happens to me, you better believe I'll come back to haunt

kept typing, typing, typing, like