From “Clingy” to Gone My Independence Was His Biggest Regret novel Chapter 73

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I was there for Jaxon Rivers from day one–broke wannabe actor to Hollywood A–lister.

The night he won his Oscar, everyone was losing their minds waiting for him to propose

So what does this asshole do? Walks right past me and hands his golden trophy to some random bitch.

“Babe, I only want to share this with YOU. Marry me?”

Me? I’m watching this shitshow with a smile that could kill.

Ten years of my life beaten by their pathetic two–week hookup on set. Fantastic.

All those cameras going off, and there’s Jaxon holding his Oscar, looking all smooth and collected.

“There’s someone I gotta thank for this.”

The whole Beverly Hills crowd’s going nuts, clapping and screaming.

His eyes cut right through all that chaos, looking straight at me.

I’m gripping my wedding dress so tight I might rip the damn thing.

My heart’s literally about to EXPLODE.

Jaxon and I have been together ten years. Every gossip blog, every fan account was betting on him popping the question tonight.

Yesterday some delivery guy shows up with this gorgeous Vera Wang dress.

Jax texted me: [Win or lose tonight, I’m asking you to marry me in front of everyone]

And now here we are. Fresh off his Oscar win, Jaxon’s walking down from that stage with his trophy.

We lock eyes and I literally forget how to breathe,

I’m about to say something when he walks right past me. Stops in front of someone else.

“Scarlett, I only wanna share this with you. Will you marry me?”

His co–star from that new Netflix series starts ugly crying with her “YES!”

The whole place loses its mind.

Meanwhile I’m standing here like someone just hit me with a truck.

Watching Jaxon hand HIS trophy to Scarlett–who happens to be my half sister, by the way

Watching her jump up and kiss him.

Watching him grab her waist and totally go for it, making out like horny teenagers.

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Through all the cheering, I hear some of my fans yelling:

“Yo, what about Brenna? You guys have been together FOREVER!”

“She’s literally in a wedding dress right now! We thought-”

Suddenly every paparazzi camera in the place swarms me.

I’m frozen in this white dress, surrounded by flashing lights and reporters with that hu

The whole scene’s making me ake like crazy as I stumble backward.

“Brenna! Any comment on this?”

“So you guys are done?”

“What’s with the wedding dress? Some kind of publicity stunt?”

Before I can even open my mouth, Jaxon’s voice cuts through everything:

“Brenna and I called it quits two months ago. Clean break.”

He pauses, looking right at me. “Why she showed up in a wedding dress? Hell if I know.”

The way he’s glaring at me, like I’M the crazy one here.

Wait, so he DIDN’T send me that dress? Those texts begging to get back together?

My chest feels like someone’s squeezing my heart with pliers.

“Ohhh, so she’s just the EX now.”

“Girl’s been irrelevant for years. Desperate much?”

“Trying to trend on Twitter, I guess.”

All this noise and shade’s drowning me while I’m clutching this stupid dress, eyes burning.

Ten years ago, I was everywhere–magazine covers, talk shows, you name it.

Back then, Jaxon was some wannabe actor trying to book anything.

I went public with our relationship when I was at my absolute peak.

He kissed me with tears in his eyes: “I swear I’ll work my ass off to deserve you.”

Then I got sick–really sick–and had to quit acting.

Jaxon was there through everything–hospital visits, sleepless nights, playing nurse.

Ook in their eyes.

His manager told me he’d catch red eye flights straight from set just to see me. Sometimes he’d go days without sleep, even ditched meeting with A–list directors because of me.

But somewhere along the way, Jaxon got busy, got famous… and turned cold as ice.

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