I Deleted You Traitor Even My Blade Forgot Your Name novel Chapter 47

hapter 5

efore we could get anywhere, the door burst open

lanna rushed in, eyes all red and watery

se blew right past me and wrapped herself around Zach, voice cracking.

ach, this is my fault. You got hurt because of me.

ach’s whole face softened. He rubbed her back like she was made of glass.

ley, not your fault. I wanted to help.”

ach, I brought you chicken soup. Here, try some.”

hey clung to each other like an actual couple–close, comfortable.

nd me? Just standing there in the corner like some random bystander who wandered into the wrong room.

ich kept soothing Gianna while shooting me these sideways looks.

ke he was checking for a reaction. Waiting for me to lose it like I always did.

et jealous. Start a fight. Make a scene.

Istead, I pulled out my phone and checked the clock.

eeting’s at eight tomorrow morning. Hospital to office is forty minutes. Add in getting ready, breakfast… need to be up by six–thirty. Should probably head out

Jon.

rom the corner of my eye, I watched Zach take the thermos. He sipped, then his face scrunched up.

‘ach, I should stay tonight. Let me look after you.” Gianna’s voice was so sweet.

Jorks for me.

was about to bail when Zach’s expression went ice–cold. He shifted away from her.

to home. You’ve had a rough day–get some rest. Nora’s here.”

earing that, Gianna blinked, caught off guard. Then nodded.

nce she left, the room went dead quiet.

ach stared at me forever before finally opening his mouth.

Jora, I want your homemade broth.”

uy’s ridiculously picky.

ack in the day, every pot of broth I made took twelve–plus hours–babysitting the stove, tweaking the heat, measuring ingredients down to the gram.

fess up even slightly? He’d taste it immediately.

enior

year,

I landed this killer job offer in San Francisco–amazing salary, benefits, the works.

But Zach goes, “I can’t do long distance, Nora. Stay.”

oI did.

Chapter 5

Didn’t even think twice. Turned down the whole thing to orbit around him–cooking, deaning, rouning his entire life,

Every single night, I left the porch light on waiting for him.

Food I cooked would sit there getting cold. I’d heat it back up. Then it’d get cold again.

Even though he almost never came home, 1 kept at it for three solid years.

The rare times he did show up?

te’d barely glance at the table.

Then hit me with: “Is this really all you do? Sit around cooking and waiting for me? You seriously have nothing else going on?”

Now, when he reached for me, I stepped back.

I don’t have time to cook.

Big meeting tomorrow. Got stuff to do.”

Cach’s face went dark.

hat look–right before he blows up.

didn’t stick around to see it. Just turned and left.

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