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.”

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