PART 4–CHAPTER 180
LUKE
The apartment felt like a cage, and I was trapped inside it, pacing back and forth, running a hand through my hair, tugging at the roots just to feel something other than the chaos eating. me alive. My phone buzzed on the counter, the screen lighting up for a second, but it wasn’t what I wanted–no update, no call from Josh.
“Fuck!” I swore under my breath, snatching the phone and dialing his number for the hundredth time tonight.
It rang.
Once.
Twice.
Voicemail.
“Dammit, Josh!” I shouted, throwing the phone onto the couch. The empty sound of the dial tone cut off as the screen dimmed again, and all I could hear was the slow, deliberate tapping of Francesca’s nail file.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
She sat on the couch, legs folded under her, casually filing her nails as if the world wasn’t crumbling around me. Her glossy red toes were spread apart, drying as she painted them
meticulously, her focus on anything but me. She didn’t get it.
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PART 4–CHAPTER 150
She never got it.
“I don’t understand why you’re so worried about her,” Francesca said, not looking up from her nails. Her voice was calm and detached as if she were talking about the weather or some stupid reality show she liked. “She’s your ex, Luke. Why are you calling Josh every five minutes? You need to calm down.”
stopped pacing, my muscles tensed, and my jaw clenched so tight it hurt. Ex. The word made me want to punch a hole in the wall. She wasn’t just my ex. Jess was… she was everything, even if she didn’t know it anymore. Even if she couldn’t remember us.
I turned to face Francesca, and for the first time in hours, I really Mooked at her. She was beautiful, yeah–supermodel perfect. She
was the kind of girl who turned heads when she walked into a room and made men divorce their wives for a chance at getting with her.
But that didn’t matter right now.
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