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“Brooke, are you even human? Your sister is
deathly ill, and the doctors say she’s got less
than half a year to live. She just wants to
spend that time with Jake! Why do you want
to make her suffer and then launch an
internet hate campaign to hurt her…”
Before she could finish, I hung up and
blocked her number.
I didn’t pick up the phone to get abused.
Г
Anyone or anything that makes me unhappy is
getting cut off.
Three days later.
Jake finally agreed to the divorce.
As part of the settlement, he gave me three
million dollars and an apartment.
I took it.
For the first two days after waking up in the
past, I thought of nothing but revenge. I
wanted to see him buried alive.
But I didn’t have the ability to do that.
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I didn’t want to die trying. I just wanted to be
happier than these terrible people.
I posted a pic of my signed divorce papers on
Instagram and wrote: “Divorced, but looking
for a good time, ladies @
For the next month, I started playing the field.
Six–pack boy–toys, successful executives,
innocent college students
―
you name it. I
was finally healing my injured heart.
Until I rear–ended my nemesis’s car.
Then everything went to hell again.
Since he broke both of his hands, he wanted
me to take care of him, around the clock.
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“Did you do that on purpose? The road is so
wide, you really had to crash into me?”
Luke had both arms wrapped up in casts,
hanging from slings around his neck, making
him look ridiculous.
Every time we were negotiating a deal, he’d
get the better of me. He had that “I’m better
than you and you can’t do a thing” look in his
eye. I knew some people were born leaders.
But he was a good person.
Last time, my car had been sabotaged, and
Luke used his car to stop me from crashing.
I raised three fingers to the sky and swore, “I
swear I didn’t do it on purpose. Sorry!”
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Seeing how sincere I was, he huffed, “Okay, I
don’t need you to pay for it. Just take care of me until my hands are better.”
That’s how I ended up moving into his house.
A week later.
I was on a video call with my best friend.
Chapter 2
When she saw my raccoon eyes and the overall “hit by a truck” vibe I was giving off, she yelped and wiggled her eyebrows, saying I was partying way too hard.
I rolled my eyes so hard, I almost saw my
brain.
I filled her in on the recent drama.
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…
She burst out laughing, falling all over the
bed, sounding like a honking goose.
“Is he hot?”
“Does he have a good bod?”
ow do those abs feel?”
Three questions, and not a single one was
remotely serious.
I was about to ignore her when she suddenly
blushed and got this dreamy look in her eyes,
“Six–pack abs…”
