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?"

whatever response he had,

Alone. Like, really alone.

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,

are your clothes, freshly

at her, still half-dazed. "Why'd

me a polite smile. "Mr. Skye insists on cleanliness. No one sleeps in outside clothes under

the one

nodded.

sigh of relief

picking up the

exhaled-quieter, emptier, and

I grabbed my phone and started typing

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

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

ME? Didn't know you were capable of being

I'm going through? It's on you. If anything happens to me, you better believe

Oh, no. I kept typing, typing, typing, like each message