Ex-Wife Moving Wife Giving Birth? Congratulations, You’re Single Now novel Chapter 94

Chapter 6

“Still being dramatic, huh?

“You’re not even answering my texts now. What, you gonna ignore me forever?”

When I didn’t respond, he let out this exaggerated sigh–like I was the one making everything difficult.

Okay, okay. Look, maybe I could’ve explained things better.

“But you gotta let me make it up to you, right?

“And hey–don’t forget Austin’s birthday thing is tonight. He’s finally gonna shoot his shot with that girl he’s been into. You promised you’d help hype him up, remember…?”

I cut him off, my voice flat and empty:

“I’m busy. I’m not going.”

Usually, when we fought, all Nathon had to do was throw me a half–assed apology and I’d cave. I’d take the bait and act like everything was fine.

But not this time.

This time, I wasn’t playing along.

His tone shifted–annoyance bleeding through.

“Alina, seriously? Don’t do this.

“I don’t care how mad you are–we already told Austin we’d be there. You really gonna make me look like an ass in front of everyone?

“If you’re still pissed, fine. Harper’s coming tonight too. I’ll get her to apologize with me. Two–for–one deal. Sound good? And about that whole

application mix–up—”

Mix–up.

That word hit me like a slap.

A mix–up.

Like my entire future–my dreams, my plans, everything I’d worked for–was just some minor inconvenience. Some silly little mistake we could laugh about later.

He didn’t get it.

He didn’t care.

To him, this was nothing. A joke. Something that didn’t actually matter because it didn’t affect him.

And suddenly, with brutal, agonizing clarity, I saw it.

All of it.

Every late–night conversation where I thought we were building something real. Every time I convinced myself his carelessness was just him being “easygoing.” Every moment I made excuses for him because I was too scared to admit the truth.

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He’d never seen the

Not really.

was just… thers. Correntent. The girl who’d always forgion ham. The bathrop pllax ako sway contend.

And I’d let him treat me that way

For years

God, what was wrong with me?

How had I wasted so much time on someone who thought ruining my life was a mix?

My chest felt tight–not with sadness this time, but with anger.

At him. At Harper. At myself for being so pathetically blind.

I didn’t say another word

I just hung up.

Blocked his number.

And finally–finally–it was quiet.

Thank God Mom was too busy flipping burgers to notice. Otherwise, she’d have spent the next hour asking questions I didn’t have the energy to

answer.

I shoved my phone into my pocket and went back to work.

Better for everyone if I just stayed out of it.

Summer nights were brutal for the food truck. Endless lines. Orders piling up. Burgers sizzling on the flatop, fries bubbling in the fryer, the air thick with grease and heat.

It was good, actually, Kept me from thinking

Before I knew it, it was past midnight. The crowd had finally thinned out. I was wiping down the counter when I noticed the grill wasn’t heating right–one side was barely warm.

I crouched down to check the propane tank connection. The valve looked fine, but something was definitely off. I adjusted the regulator, fiddled with the burner knobs, trying to get the flame to catch properly.

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Nothing.

I knelt there, hair falling into my face, grease smudged on my hands, still messing with the burner when I heard a voice behind me.

Sharp. Surprised.