Chapter 2
Watching them talk back and forth like no one else was in the room…I felt something snap behind my eyes.
So this is what he’d been doing–while I stayed up night after night, waiting on a reply.
I locked myself in my room for days after that.
Didn’t want to see anyone.
Didn’t want to speak.
Vincent came by every day.
I never opened the door.
One afternoon, I was sitting with my mom when his driver suddenly showed up.
“Miss Lila,” he said, “Mr. Blackwood asked me to take you out.”
“He says the gardenias you planted together are in full bloom.”
I didn’t even think about it.
“No.”
But the driver insisted,
“Mr. Blackwood said he’ll wait for you. However long it takes.”
“Even if you never show, he won’t leave.”
My mom pushed me, furious.
“Marriage is about compromise! He’s reaching out–you need to meet him halfway!”
I opened my mouth.
Nothing came out.
There was no point arguing.
I knew the truth.
Vincent and I were never going to last.
We were doomed from the start.
Still, every time I told myself that, it hurt.
Vincent had said it more than once-“You’re it for me, Lila. There’s no one else.”
I never believed him.
But on paper, we did make sense.
If he had asked me to marry him for real, I would’ve said yes.
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Whoops! My Revenge Plan To Trash EX Worked Too Well!
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Chapter 2
There were always too many women around him.
And maybe I was just another bird in his gilded cage.
But if he couldn’t give me his heart, then he should at least give me respect.
I was his wife.
Publicly, legally, officially.
His flings? They didn’t get to show up at my door.
I sat in the car, wiping tears from my cheeks, pretending I was okay.
Pretending I was strong.
But I couldn’t stop crying.
Vincent was waiting outside the estate gates.
It was a cold day–wind slicing through the trees.
He walked up to me, looking all mysterious, and suddenly pulled a silk scarf from under his coat.
“You always liked this one, right? It was limited edition, sold out everywhere.
I saw one in my mom’s closet, figured I’d… borrow it. For you.”
I stared at him, in disbelief, then yanked the scarf from my neck.
“You’re a grown man stealing scarves from your mom? What are you, twelve?”
Vincent’s smile faltered.
He touched my chin gently.
“Who upset you, huh, baby girl?”
And just like that, the charm was back.
Careless. Teasing. Infuriating.
“That’s a top–tier hospital I sent you to, you know.
If they can’t fix it, no one can.”
cious.
I looked at him, and suddenly even his dumb jokes felt precious.
The things I used to brush off?
Now they meant everything.
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