I Swear I Still Hate Him (Atlas Lawson) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Emery

I hadn’t spoken to Atlas in weeks.

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I was furious with him… livid….after what he pulled at Nash’s party Storming in like he was some self-appointed morality police, throwing a jacket over me like I was five, dragging me ou like I hadn’t just made a choice for myself.

It was humiliating.

Infuriating.

And so, typically, Atlas.

So I did what any rational person would do: I ignored him.

Kev and I kept seeing having our cute dates and all but that was all for some weird reason Kev never went further at first I thought atlas had sacred the poor guy but then…

The truth came out.

Kev.

That lying, cheating, slimeball of a boyfriend.

A video leaked someone’s drunk Snap, reshared a thousand times within hours.

And there he was, in a dark room, pants down, moaning over a girl who definitely wasn’t me.

I stared at the screen like it was glitching.

But it wasn’t.

It was real.

Raw.

Stupidly loud.

And worst of all? He was wearing the hoodie I’d gotten him for his birthday.

I didn’t cry.

I didn’t rage.

I didn’t even scream.

I just grabbed my phone, blocked his number, and made a plan.

The next morning, I stood outside his house holding a white pary box and the most satisfying level of petty rage I’d ever

felt.

Laila sat in the passenger seat of her car behind me, phone at the ready, eyes glinting like it was premiere night.

Kev came out with a duffel bag over his shoulder, about to head the airport. His parents were already in Canada, and he

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was leaving for school there too.

Perfect timing.

No emotional closure.

No goodbye kiss.

No final “I still love you.”

Just this.

When he saw me, his entire face shifted.

“Babe… Emery…I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to… It was a…”

“Mistake?” I said flatly, raising one brow. “Yeah. Figured you’d say that.”

Then I held out the box.

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His dumbass actually took it, opening it slowly like I might’ve baked him some heartfelt sorry-we’re-over brownies.

Inside was a cake.

Not just any cake.

A two-layer, perfectly frosted, anatomically accurate dick cake complete with sprinkles.

He blinked. “What the fu…”

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