Ew... I Slept With My 'Bro' For 3 Years?! Well, GO HELL, F*ckboy novel Chapter 11

Chapter 2

The next few days at the plant were eenly quiet.

No one mentioned what happened on that little side road.

When I asked around, I heard that security had gotten there just in time-those punks were arrested, and Chadwick only had a small scratch on

his arm.

No scandal. No rumors.

He was even treated like a victim and got a few comforting words from management.

For the first time in years-hell, maybe in both lives-I could finally breathe easy.

No doomed marriage. No lifelong trap

I went back to work as usual-bolting parts, grinding metal, keeping my head down

The old Ellie was gone-the naive girl who thought marrying the right man was the key to happiness.

Now, I carried fire in my chest. A mix of fury and something new-purpose.

Every time I caught sight of Chadwick across the workshop, hunched over his blueprints, all prim in his pressed white shirt and glasses, disgust curdled in my gut.

I forced myself to look away.

Patience.

There’d be time enough to make him pay

For now, I had one goal: end the engagement clean

In the old timeline, he’d already been planning to dump me.

Skylar’s return just sped things up

So I waited

And sure enough, ten days later, on a warm Sunday afternoon, he showed up

I was outside the dorms, wringing out a week’s worth of laundry, sunlight son on my shoulders

He stood a few yards away, cuff and nervous hair slicked back, white shirt crisp, glasses gleaming

Tile he started, clearing his thinat “Can we talk?”

I dida) even pause what I was duing Tjust said calmly. To ahead

He head nulding his kandh ingether like a bol caught lying

Chapter 2

“It’s about… us. I’ve been thinking, and I just don’t think we’re right for each other.”

He paused, clearly proud of his rehearsed speech.

“You know, my job’s demanding-lots of late nights, travel.”

“I’d hate to make you feel neglected. You deserve someone who can really be there for you.”

Same words as before. Same fake sincerity.

In my last life, I’d cried like a fool hearing them.

This time, I almost laughed.

I set down the laundry and looked him square in the eye.

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