Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79: 79-We Met Here First

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"Well, Jaguar, with all due respect, this is the end of whatever this was. I don’t ever want to be this close to you again."

I spoke through hiccups, crying as I did.

And honestly, some of the tears were real.

Seeing him this close brought back memories of my brother. They had stood just as close to him when they threatened him. Crying was easy when I thought about that.

All I had to do was remember my past, and the tears would come on their own.

"Please, continue your relationship and let me live my life. And honestly, I was having a great night until you called."

I watched his eyes widen. Then he slowly lowered his head and nodded, probably realizing that he could not just jump back into my life and act as though he had not ignored me the entire day, as though I meant nothing.

"I’ll drop you home," he requested, leaning back in his seat.

I remained silent, refusing to respond.

Then he decided to pull the infamous move men always did.

A small smile appeared on his face.

"Do you remember this is where we first met?" he asked, turning toward me.

It took me a moment before I nodded.

"I do."

I noticed his hand tighten around the steering wheel.

"It sounds good coming from your lips," he uttered.

I had no idea what he meant, but his words pulled me back to our first meeting.

It really had not happened at the office the way I had expected.

Flashback:

"She’s back. Wonder how long before she disappears again."

I heard the lady grunted standing next to her husband.

"Does anyone even know what she does?"

She continued to whisper, just loud enough for me to hear.

On purpose.

This neighbor had been a nightmare for me and everyone else. The worst part was that we had to tolerate her no matter what.

As always, I ignored her and went inside, dropping my things onto the recliner. I headed straight to the bathroom to take a shower. My day was not over yet.

I worked more than I needed to, not for luxury or comfort, but because it was the only thing that reminded me of my brother. It made me feel closer to him, as if I had adopted one of his habits.

He liked to take on multiple jobs. He always told me that doing as much work as possible would keep your brain active. The second half of that memory was painful to recall. He also used to say that it would fulfill Gigi’s wishes and that he would do anything for her.

Now she was living a luxurious life, while my brother was not.

Pulling a trench coat over my uniform, I was dressed for the night.

Stepping outside, I found the woman standing in her doorway, rolling her eyes at me. She held a cigarette between her fingers, taking a puff while shaking her head.

"Off to your filthy work again?" she scoffed under her breath.

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