Ex-Wife Moving Wife Giving Birth? Congratulations, You’re Single Now novel Chapter 95

Chapter 7

New York summer nights–the heat never lets up, even this late.

The air was so thick and sticky it clung to my skin.

I looked up from the grill, sweat dripping down my temples, and through the haze of smoke and grease, I saw her.

Harper Parker.

Standing there in a pristine white sundress, hair perfectly curled, looking at me like I was some kind of zoo exhibit.

And right next to her–jaw tight, eyes cold–was Nathon.

The rest of their group hung back a few feet, whispering and staring. Most of them were Nathon’s childhood friends, plus a few of Harper’s cheer squad girls.

All of them dressed like they’d just stepped out of a magazine–fresh makeup, designer clothes, not a hair out of place.

They looked like they’d just left the movie theater. Probably caught the late showing of whatever blockbuster was out this week.

“Alina! Oh my God, I knew it was you! Nathon didn’t believe me, but I was like, ‘No, that’s totally her.“”

Harper’s voice was bright and sweet–too sweet, like she was narrating for an audience.

“I’d heard your mom had a food truck, but I had no idea it was here. What a coincidence!”

She turned back toward the group, waving them over with this big, excited gesture.

“Guys! Come here! It’s Alina!”

Nathon didn’t move.

He just stood there, arms crossed, staring at me with this cold, unreadable expression.

Then his voice cut through the noise–low and sharp.

“So, Alina.

“You ignored my texts. Blocked my number. And instead of coming to Austin’s party and not making me look like an idiot in front of everyone, you’d rather stand here flipping burgers for pocket change?”

I didn’t answer.

I just crouched back down and kept messing with the burner valve, refusing to look at him.

But the group was already moving closer.

Their voices weren’t quiet.

“Wait, that’s Alina?”

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