Ex-Wife Moving Wife Giving Birth? Congratulations, You’re Single Now novel Chapter 89

Chapter 2

The past two years ever since Harper Parker showed up, everything between Nathon and me had crumbled.

Every inside joke we used to have. Every comfortable silence. Every moment where I thought we just got each other–gone.

And the thing he said most, over and over, until I could recite it in my sleep?

“Just let her have this.”

It started small.

“Harper just transferred into our class. She doesn’t have many friends yet. You should cut her some slack.”

Then it escalated.

“Harper’s scared to walk home alone after study hall. We’re heading that way anyway–can’t you just deal with the detour?”

And then it got ridiculous.

“Harper didn’t understand this problem during class. She just needs to sit at your desk for one study period. Is that really something to get mad

about?”

Every. Single. Time,

And I tried–God, I tried–to be reasonable about it.

But here’s the thing:

Harper had plenty of friends. Her cheer squad practically worshipped her. I couldn’t walk past them in the hallway without getting ice–cold stares and whispered comments I wasn’t supposed to hear.

Her family had a driver who picked her up and dropped her off every single day. She didn’t even need anyone to walk her home.

And her desk partner? She hated me. So whenever Harper decided she needed Nathon’s help during study hall, she’d slide into my seat like she owned it–leaving me standing there like an idiot with nowhere to sit.

I’d end up squeezed awkwardly at my best friend’s desk, trying to study while they laughed and whispered two feet away. Her perfume would still be lingering at my desk when I finally got it back.

But every time I tried to bring any of this up–calmly, rationally–Nathon made me feel like I was the one being unreasonable.

His tone would shift. From casual and dismissive, to serious and patronizing, to outright irritated.

“Alina, I’m not your personal property. You need to stop being so possessive.”

And the worst part?

After hearing it enough times, I started believing him.

Maybe I was too sensitive. Too jealous. Too selfish.

Maybe he really was just being a good class president–helping out a teammate who needed support.

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Maybe the problem wasn’t him.

Maybe it was me.

I started second guessing every feeling I had. Every time my chest tightened when he laughed at one of Harper’s jokes. Every time my stomach dropped when he chose to sit with her at lunch instead of me.

I told myself I was overreacting. That I needed to grow up.

But now?

Now my entire future–my dream school, the one I’d sacrificed sleep and sanity for–had been ripped away from me because of her.

Because Nathon decided her happiness mattered more than mine.

Because apparently, fifteen years of friendship meant nothing compared to keeping Harper Parker comfortable.

My throat burned. My vision blurred.

I thought about all the late nights we’d spent studying together. All the times he’d walked me home when I was scared. All the promises we’d made about sticking together no matter what.

And he’d thrown it all away.

For her.

Not even for her, really–for the idea of her. For the way she looked at him after practice. For the way she made him feel like a hero.

I wasn’t worth that.

My dreams? My future? My feelings?

None of it mattered.

The realization hit me like a physical blow.

I’d been so stupid.

All this time, I thought we were best friends. I thought he cared about me the way I cared about him.

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