From “Clingy” to Gone My Independence Was His Biggest Regret novel Chapter 75

Chapter 3

By the time I got home, social media was on fire.

*Jaxon Proposes to Scarlett

#Jaxon & Scarlett: Hollywood’s New Power Couple

#Jaxon and Brenna’s Clean Break

#Brenna’s Wedding Dress Stunt–Comeback Attempt?

Their PR team had clearly scrubbed the comments. Everything was congratulations and heart emojis.

A few people questioned it:

[Ten–year relationship, new girl in two months? Sus much?]

[This was planned. No way this timing’s coincidence.]

[Been following Brenna forever. She’s not the attention–seeking type. That dude definitely cheated!]

But those comments got buried fast.

Suddenly, a new hashtag exploded:

#Scarlet Is A Homewrecker–PROOF

Some anonymous account posted receipts with timestamps. Including a photo from two months ago–when Jaxon and I were still together–showing him and Scarlett making out on a Hawaii beach.

I stared at my phone, brain short–circuiting.

The date stamp? The exact day I waited for him at LAX.

Jaxon knew I’d always dreamed of going to Hawaii. But we never made it happen.

While I sat in that airport for six hours, wondering what I did wrong…

He was already on a plane to Maui with Scarlett.

All those weeks I was losing my mind over his cold shoulder, analyzing every text…

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They were living it up on MY dream vacation, swimming and kissing and doing couple shit.

And I’M the one who ended up breaking up with him.

Somehow, tears hit my phone screen. I keep wiping them but they won’t stop.

Then Jaxon calls.

I don’t answer–just block his number.

Sitting on my couch, trying to figure out how the guy who promised to love me forever turned into such garbage.

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Chapter 3

No clue how long I sat there, then I hear the front door keypad beeping.

I look up to see Jaxon’s face, barely controlling his rage.

He grabs my wrist hard enough to leave marks.

“Did you leak those photos?”

I stare for a second.

Then notice hickeys all over his neck, fresh from someone’s mouth.

Like he just rolled out of Scarlett’s bed to come here.

I laugh, but it sounds bitter and broken:

“Jaxon, YOU’RE the cheating piece of shit here. What gives you the right to come at ME?”

Seeing guilt flash in his eyes, all my pain turns to pure rage.

CRACK-

I slap him so hard my nails leave bloody scratches.

He touches his face, looking stunned, doesn’t move for the longest time.

I’m wiping angry tears. Neither of us speaks.

Pretty ironic when you think about it.

Everyone always said I protected Jaxon like he was made of glass.

Ten years ago, some sleazy producer tried to assault newcomer Jaxon at a party, got him drunk, and when Jax refused, beat the shit out of him

in front of everyone.

Back then, when he came home with a swollen face, I cried for days.

That’s when I decided to go public with our relationship at my career peak.

Just wanted to make his life easier.

Now Jaxon’s A–list, and I’m just dead weight.

The TV suddenly starts playing some old interview from when we went public-

Jazon’s holding me tight, tears in his eyes, telling reporters how he saw my billboard on his way to an audition and never dreamed that woman could be his girlfriend,

How he’d always treat me like his whole world.

Watching past Jaxon being all earnest feels like a cruel joke. I turn it off.

“Babe…”

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