Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 2

Zeke woke up early. Made a whole spread for breakfast–first time in forever.

He pulled out an old lunchbox, polished it till it gleamed, even stuck cutesy stickers all over it.

Like yesterday never happened.

He typed: “You’re sick. Made you oatmeal with cranberries–your favorite. Eat up. Meeting a friend.”

stirred the spoon slowly. My heart clenched.

‘m allergic to cranberries.

Cranberries were Vivian’s thing. And that “friend“? He was picking her up from the airport.

When I didn’t move, he ruffled my hair, typing: “What’s wrong? Still no appetite?”

kept my head down. “I’m fine. Go.”

Didn’t matter anymore.

He smiled, walked past me, grabbed a pair of red gloves from the counter, and tucked them carefully into his bag.

froze.

Weren’t those supposed to be my birthday gift?

His phone lit up on the table. Vivian’s name flashed across the screen.

Don’t forget my gloves! It’s freezing here. My hands are already wrecked!”

My eyes burned.

eke snatched the phone and headed for the door. I stopped him.

Do you remember what today is?”

le came back, typed quickly: “I know you’re upset. Want me to stay.”

Another message: “Don’t be difficult–I’ll be back soon.”

Then he left.

Tears dropped into the bowl, one by one. I buried my face in my hands and sobbed.

Today was my birthday.

Those gloves–I thought they were for me. I’d been sneaking glances at them for days, too scared to even touch them

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Chapter 2

I’d imagined the moment he’d give them to me. I’d kiss him. Buy him a warm coat for winter.

All of it–just a fantasy.

shouldn’t have hoped. Five years, and he’d never once remembered my birthday.

held up my hands–cracked, covered in frostbite scars.

My hands looked like hell. But what choice did I have? If I didn’t wash those dishes, do that brutal work, we wouldn’t eat. He

wouldn’t see a doctor.

Turns out Zeke wasn’t careless. His care just was never meant for me.

We met by chance, really. Felt like fate at the time.

He and his friends used to eat at the diner where I worked. He said it was love at first sight.

Started chasing me. Back then, he was a radio host–charming, successful. I felt small next to him. Tried to avoid him.

Jntil a customer harassed me after my shift. Zeke smashed a bottle over the guy’s head. Got arrested. Sat in that cell grinning like an

diot.

‘As long as you’re okay,” he said.

‘d been an orphan since I was a kid. No one had ever cared about me like that.

Something inside me broke.

said yes. We got engaged fast. Planned the wedding.

Then, the day of the ceremony, Zeke got fired from the station. The shock triggered aphasia.

le ran.

For five years, I never blamed him. Thought the trauma had broken him.

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