- 4.
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I must have cried myself unconscious,
because the next thing I knew, Declan was
back.
He yanked me up, his face furious.
“What are you crying about now?!”
“The neighbors called me, complaining about
the noise!”
“I already told you, didn’t I? I was only with
you so you’d take care of Noelle.”
“You’re still young. You can find another guy.
Why are you so hung up on me?”
Why?
He actually had the nerve to ask why?
After everything I’d done for him these past
seven years? He couldn’t be that clueless.
And now he was saying these heartless things.
“Don’t look at me like that. I haven’t done
anything to wrong you.”
His voice was ice cold.
Suddenly, he let go of me, grabbed all my stuff, bundled it up, and threw it at my feet.
“Get out. And don’t come back here. Noelle
might drop by sometimes, and it wouldn’t be
good for her to see you.”
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My heart felt like it was being squeezed in a
vise.
I used to tell Declan how disgusting the
scumbags on TV dramas were.
Now, he was worse than any of them.
This apartment… I’d been the one paying the
rent for years.
How dare he kick me out?
“Declan, you make me sick,” I choked out.
His eyes flickered. “I know you paid the rent,”
he said, his tone nasty, “but I earned a salary
too. I helped with living expenses.”
“We’re even. Now go.”
He started pushing me.
Eventually, he managed to shove me out the
door.
I dragged my luggage, staring blankly at the traffic streaming past.
Could anyone be more pathetic than me?
Seven years of my life wasted, and nothing to
show for it.
I pulled out my phone, intending to find a
hotel.
That’s when I saw it: the $20,000 in our joint
<
savings account, gone. Transferred out.
My heart leaped into my throat. I knew, with a sickening certainty.
That was Declan’s bank account, but linked
to my phone. That $20,000… we’d saved it
together over the years. My salary was higher, so I’d put in most of it.
And now, he’d taken every single cent.
My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed
right there on the sidewalk.
I tried calling Declan, but it went straight to
voicemail. Busy.
He’d blocked me.
That was my first thought.
Tears, hot and useless, welled up again. I
pounded my chest.
I hated Declan. And I hated myself for being
so blind.
