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

Chapter 636

Yara's question hit me sideways. I hadn't dared let my mind go there.

I hadn't dared to entertain such a thought,

I mean, I saw him collapse, heard the doctor say the surgery didn't work, and yeah, I even held his ashes. That's as final as it gets.

Sure, I've dreamed about him coming back. But those were just desperate little fantasies.

Life isn't some cheesy movie. Hayden died. End of story. No rewrites, no miracles. I hated it, but the truth didn't care about my feelings.

"I wish he wasn't," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Then why are you here, grilling me if you've already made peace with it?" Yara shot back.

I studied her for a moment. "Because something feels off," I said finally.

Her eyes narrowed. "What exactly feels off?"

up. And you..." I paused, narrowing my eyes at her. "You're way too calm. Not even a little wrecked-that's what feels off." Yara didn't even blink. "Who says I'm not devastated?" she replied flatly. "But being heartbroken won't

myself the same thing a hundred

else bothering

throat. It was all just a

paper from her bag and slid it

"What is

look," she said,

I stared at the words contusion

ago. The jeweler tried calling Hayden, but when he didn't pick up, they teached out to

yourself? Why are you showing me this now? Trying to mess with me?"

would I even do with it? It's not for me. That ring was always for you. I was just

together before adding, "You must've hated me when you thought I

then, just the thought of it

Every step, every decision-he made it for you. And in the end, it cost him his life,"

the paper

wrist. "Nice bracelet. The design's really

ignored her comment, but Yara laughed anyway. "That red