Not Your Doormat Anymore novel Chapter 4

There was a noticeable hint of panic in Casey's tone. After all, I had been repeating myself like a broken record, and my indifference toward Brandon was growing evident.

I stared at her and asked, "So, is that my fault now? Did I tell you to mess around with someone else?"

I continued in a mocking tone, "I can do it if you want me to save your father. You just have to publicly announce that we've broken up and the wedding has been called off."

Casey's eyes widened in shock. She finally realized that I was being serious. After all, I never joked about someone else's life in the past.

She stepped forward and stared at me intensely. "Did you fall for another woman, Jace? Did you cheat on me before our wedding?"

I smiled thinly. "I can't believe you're trying to criticize me when you're the one getting tangled up with your first love. Just ask yourself, Casey—do you even have the right to?"

Casey's expression fell. She took a deep breath, as if thinking it over. She eventually wrapped her arms around me and buried her head against my chest, nuzzling gently.

"What happened yesterday was all just a joke, Jace. Please don't take it to heart. I won't hang out with them anymore if you don't like it. Besides, what are you worried about when I've already accepted your proposal?" she said.

Casey looked up and leaned in to kiss me. I turned my face away, and my gaze landed on her collarbone. The letters "AL" were tattooed there.

I never knew the meaning behind it. I even asked her about it, but she brushed it off irritably. "I just thought the letters looked nice together—they don't mean anything."

Back then, I didn't think much about it. I comforted her by telling her that it looked good on her.

I lightly slipped my fingertips under Casey's clothes. She stiffened and frowned, instinctively recoiling from my touch.

In all the years we were together, I never once touched her—not because I was unwilling, but because Casey didn't want me to.

I never asked her for anything out of respect for her wishes. In the end, I failed to detect the disgust that seeped out from her gaze more often than not.

I smiled mockingly as my fingertips grazed past the letters. "Andrew Lowell—this must be Andrew's initials."

Casey instinctively denied it. "It's not. You're overthinking it."