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to ditch our wedding.
Besides being in love with Mandy, Jake got to
be the grieving widower!
If I ever wanted to get back together, he’d win
at life.
But everything was falling apart.
He was gonna have a brother in the family.
Mandy wasn’t dying.
She was pregnant with a random guy’s baby.
Everything was falling apart for him.
Shortly after running into Mandy, Jake found
- me.
Right outside of Luke’s place.
I was taking the trash out when he appeared
in the lamplight, giving me the whole “soulful
eyes” routine. It made me wanna hurl.
“Brooke, we need to talk.”
He started walking toward me.
“Jake, what do you want to chat with my girl
about?”
I backed away, and a hand wrapped around
my waist, pulling me close.
I frowned instinctively. “The doctor said your
hands still need time to heal. Stop being like
that, and the bones won’t grow. If they are
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Luke raised an eyebrow. “Don’t act like you
don’t have to take responsibility! If you hadn’t
crashed into me, both my hands would be
fine.”
What’s up with that sentence? That was the
moment when I made a total mistake.
In the distance, Jake’s face was storming the
bottom.
“Brooke, you swore you loved only me! And
after just a few months, you are with other
men. It turns out what you call love is cheap!”
Jake was actually trying to turn the tables.
Back then, I would be shaking with anger,
doing whatever I could to explain myself, but
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the Brooke of now learned to ignore.
“I should just throw the trash tomorrow,
there’s a lot of trash here, so it can’t be piled
up.‘
Seeing me ignore him, Jake rushed over and
grabbed my wrist.
I felt like bugs were all over me, and I went
berserk, whacking Jake in the head with the
trash bag.
It split open, dumping garbage all over him.
“Jake, can you drop dead? I was so blind! I
really liked you as a person. One of the worst
things I have ever done was to be married to
you. You must have lived in a locked
basement your whole life, but she should be
the one who helps you. It is still hard to tell if
that is even your kid!”
I hated Jake.
Last time, he bullied me into getting a
divorce, and then he drove me crazy.
I was thinking about it, and I already accepted
the divorce. He decided to send me to be a
patient.
When I slit my wrists, he laughed and said I
hadn’t cut deep enough, but just as I was
about to die, he dragged me to the hospital.
It was a neverending hell.
I looked at Jake with cold, burning hate, and
he couldn’t handle it. He forgot all about the
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garbage and started trying to explain, “I love
you, but…”
I smirked, unimpressed.
