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Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI had forgotten to repay him, so when I saw his call now, I joked, "Are you calling to collect the debt?" "Yep," he admitted.
I knew he wasn't serious but played along. "I can transfer the money to you right-" "Rea." Wayne cutoff.
My grip on the phone tightened, but I said nothing. Wayne stayed silent for a moment too.
+15 BONUS After a brief pause, his calm voice broke the silence. My parents are freaking out about you. They can't find you, and my mom... she fainted from the stress." My heart sank. I knew they'd be worried, but I hadn't expected it to be this bad. Guilt and concern weighed heavy in my chest. "Is Lindey okay?" "She's hanging in there, just a spike in blood pressure from all the stress," Wayne reassuredbefore hesitating. "Rea, did Jace mess up?" It seemed like I couldn't dodge this question. I knew I'd have to explain it over and over once people knew about it.
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"Did he also mention how unreasonable and overreacting I am?" I asked, my smile tinged with bitterness.
Wayne didn't answer directly but instead said, "You loved him so m much, you were determined to marry OV him if you suddenly changed your mind, he must have done something to hurt you, right?"
His words pricked at my heart, a dull ache settling in. Despite being abroad for years, Wayne seemed to understand my feelings for Jace better than Lena ever did.
We had shared meals and lived under the sroof. Wayne had witnessed Ve firsthand the little gestures of my love for Jace the candies I left out for him, the chicken wings I saved, the hidden slices of watermelon, and the secret diary entries I wrote...