Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: 19-I Am The True Damsel In Distress

Gigi:

"Okay, now you’re worrying me. What’s going on?" Rochelle pressed.

I lowered the phone and looked at her.

"Well, guess what?" I snapped. "I can’t focus on helping you when I don’t even know where my own relationship is going."

The words came out sharper than I intended.

Rochelle immediately got to her feet and hurried over. She pulled me into a hug.

"Did he break up with you? Oh my Goddess, I am so sorry."

Her voice softened as she tried to comfort me, but every word only made my chest tighten further.

"No," I shot back, pulling myself out of her arms. "He would never break up with me."

I dragged both hands down my face.

"I didn’t know Verity was with him. That stupid Verity Swan went with him, and now they’re spending the night in a motel together."

My breathing grew uneven at my own complaints.

"And I know how these things go. I bet they’re stuck in a single room. That’s exactly what happens in every movie."

The tears came before I could stop them.

I hated how panicked I sounded.

But Ragnar meant too much to me.

The thought of sharing him with someone else was unbearable.

"Can you at least tell me what happened?" Rochelle pressed but I didn’t answer.

Instead, I pulled up my contacts and tapped Theodore’s name.

Before the call could connect, Rochelle glanced over my shoulder.

The second she read the message on my screen, she reached over and ended the call.

"What the hell are you doing, Rochelle?" I snapped.

She held up a hand, silently telling me to calm down.

"Why don’t you call Jaguar instead?" she suggested.

My brows drew together instantly.

"Seriously?" I muttered. "I’m having a breakdown right now, and you’re still trying to get closer to Jaguar."

She immediately shook her head.

"No, that’s not what I mean."

Leaning forward, she spoke more carefully.

"Theodore isn’t the person you should be calling. He’s impulsive and immature. Even if something happened, he’d probably brush it off like it wasn’t important. But Jaguar is different. He’s level-headed. If you ask him, he’ll give you a straight answer."

She smiled at me afterward, as though I wouldn’t notice the personal motive buried inside her advice.

"And what if Mr. Level-Headed decides to cover for his brother?" I shot back.

I dropped my phone onto the table and planted my hands on my hips.

"Do you not trust Ragnar?"

The question hit me like a wrecking ball.

Immediately, I shifted in my seat.

Embarrassment hit me hard.

"You need to trust him," Rochelle said gently. "And if I remember correctly, Verity is the sister of—" She trailed off.

That pause told me everything.

She wasn’t asking.

She was checking whether her suspicion was right.

I said nothing.

I just simply waited.

"Then trust me," she continued. "Ragnar would never cheat on you with her. He knows what her brother did. There’s no way he’d ever look at her that way."

She picked up my phone and held it out to me.

"But if it’ll make you feel better, call Jaguar."

I stared at the phone for a few seconds before finally reaching for it.

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