The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 106 No More Games

Chapter 106 No More Games

The line was busy.

It was clear she’d blocked his number.

John had no choice but to switch to a backup phone and try again.

This time, she picked up quickly,

“Hello, who is-”

“Lily, how long are you going to keep this up?”

Lily had answered with basic courtesy, but the second she heard John’s voice, her expression turned frosty. and her eyes lit up with sharp disdain.

Her voice carried none of the softness he once knew, only coldness and annoyance. “John, that should be

my my question. How long are you going to keep this up? We broke up. I really, really don’t want you life anymore.”

“Broke up?” John let out a mocking laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re still going with that I’m married‘ lie. Lily, this kind of trick is pointless. It doesn’t make me worry about you. It just makes you look ridiculous.”

Seriously?

Lily felt exhausted just trying to communicate with him.

Still, if it meant he’d finally leave her alone, she forced herself to stay calm. “I’m not lying. I really am married. I’m doing just fine. Your constant interference is disgusting.”

“John, can’t we just part ways peacefully? Every time you reach out, it makes me regret ever falling for you.”

me

his grip threatening

with rage and despair. He looked like a trapped animal on

really hate when she tries to

truth is, I miss her. I

I had hurt her,

he softened his tone, hoping to win

assumed the worst of you. I didn’t give you the trust you deserved.

Lily blinked in surprise.

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really

old Lily would’ve

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given up everything–my pride, my boundaries, even myself. One word from him, and I’d pour my whole heart out like

did I

when I loved him with everything I had, he still cheated on me

he wouldn’t let me

all I’d get

pick

in silence for her answer. Thinking her silence meant she was softening, he kept coaxing her. voice sweet and low. “After we register, let’s go do a

“John.”

Lily cut in.

match the joy he was

her, stop caring about her, stop thinking about her? Can you promise not to hold her,

“Lily…”

John frowned.

sarcasm was grating. I hated that