After Rejection Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor (Hailey and Dominic) novel Chapter 127

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TRICIA

I exhaled the smoke and inhaled it again.

God, I needed this.

My head was pounding, and I felt sick.

But, that was my fault.

I shouldn’t have drunk so much yesterday.

I was sitting on the bench in the garden, smoking my thoughts away. They were all inside, so happy, very comfortable leaving me out of everything, because even though they weren’t saying it directly, my presence was lowkey not needed here.

And it was all because of her. After thirteen years of being away from Dominic, I couldn’t even get the old version of him because he was all about her. She had him wrapped around her finger.

She had him wrapped around her finger to the point that it was annoying, and I didn’t want to be around them. I missed the times when it was just the two of us, and the bond we shared was stronger than any other.

But, now, that was gone.

Dominic wasn’t the same anymore. He was no longer the sweet, funny and loving person he once

was.

No, now, he was a different person.

A stranger.

I didn’t recognize him anymore. When I was the only girl in his life. When I tried to show him that he was the guy I was crushing on, when I would always daydream about getting married to him, when I would always wish for him to be the father of my children.

Those dreams were crushed the moment she came along.

She stole him from me, and the worst part was that he didn’t even care. He didn’t seem to care about my feelings or the way she made me feel.

Like a stranger, an outsider.

Because she had him, and that was the only thing that mattered. He was so madly in love with her, treating her the way I wanted to be treated by him. He couldn’t even hide the fact that he was

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Would he say that he has never noticed the way my hands would longer on his a little too long even

when we were kids? How I’d always choose him to be on my team, and how I’d always make an

effort to talk to him?

Did he not remember the day that I told him that I liked him and wanted to date someone like him?

I had been crushing on him since I saw him, and yet he saw me as nothing more than his little sister. I hated that. I hated how he looked at me, and not the way I had been looking at him.

The worst part was, whenever he had a problem, I’d always be there for him, and listen. Because, as long as I could have him in my life, that was the only thing that mattered.

And, he threw all of that away.

Just because she came along, he forgot about his best friend, Forgot about all wed home through, and I knew as soon as she demands that he picks between me and her, he was going to pick her.

It was clear how much she loved him, and the way he felt about her. It was the only reason I wasn’t fighting harder.

If he chose her over me, at least I knew he was in a happy relationship, and she’d be able to do the one thing that I could never do: keep him in her life. But fuck, I thought I had gotten over him.

Gotten over the tiny teenage crush I had on him. I thought thirteen years was enough time to forget him.

Thirteen years.

Why didn’t it feel like that much time had passed by?

It didn’t feel like the time was enough for me to forget about him, and the bond we had.

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