Chapter 7
The comments were brutal:
II was working there that day. Watched the groom just walk out. The side piece chased him down the street in her wedding dress and couldn’t catch up!]]
[Girl is a total badass! Using her own wedding to destroy her cheating ex! We stan a queen!]]
[Too little too late! I know that guy–he’s been going crazy looking for his ex–wife. She’s supposedly traveling. Dude’s losing his mind!]]]
I didn’t know if he was losing his mind or not.[]
What I did know was that Summer was going insane.[]
She watched me like a hawk, terrified I’d get my old phone back, terrified I’d see the news and start crying. She tried every trick in the book to keep me happy.
Until one day, I got a call from the Blackwoods.[]
They told me Mrs. Blackwood was seriously ill and wanted to see me.
Summer kept telling me to refuse, but I remembered that without Mrs. Blackwood, I never would have escaped my relatives or become who I am today.
So, I said yes.[]
I took the first flight back. The moment I opened the hospital room door, I locked eyes with Rhett sitting by the bed.
I saw his eyes immediately fill with tears as he stood up, but I completely ignored his burning gaze and sat by the bed to hold Mrs. Blackwood’s hand.[]
“Wren.”
Mrs. Blackwood whispered my name weakly.[]
“I don’t have much time left, no matter what’s going on between you and Rhett, I accept it. It’s my fault for not raising my son properly…“]
A nurse beside us whispered softly: “Miss, the lady has been diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer. Her life is now on a countdown…]
Watching the arms that used to lovingly embrace me gradually wither away, my tears flowed unconsciously. Rhett’s mother also teared up.
I told her to stay positive and fight hard. After I helped her fall asleep, Rhett followed me out and called my name.
“Wren.”
He walked up to me.
“Can we talk?”
There really wasn’t anything to talk about.[]
Our breakup had been too ugly, and sitting together now was just awkward. I watched Rhett struggle to find words several times before he finally asked:
“Wren, hypothetically… if I promised never to screw up again, would you forgive me?“]]
I knew that the regret flooding his eyes was real.]
And I had known it all along.]
I knew that on the wedding day, Rhett had run every red light racing back to our apartment, then sat in the living room sobbing while holding my torn
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