Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 31

Chapter 1

Kieran, you lost the bet–don’t you dare back out now!”

Sign that paper, and Tina’s officially your wife!”

froze outside the VIP lounge.

as Vegas. Where a nightclub promo meant one thing: propose, win, marry on the spot.

My hand hovered over the door.

nside, someone finally caught on.

Wait–what about Evelyn? She’s been waiting seven years for you!”

Kieran’s voice, flat and lazy.

Evelyn loves me that much. She’d wait seventy more. Who cares?”

Jang.

The custom rings I’d designed hit the floor.

let out a soft laugh, pulled out my phone, and dialed.

‘Pick me up in seven days. I’ll do it. The arrangement.”

I’m in.”

The door swung open.

Tina was straddling Kieran’s lap, leaning down to kiss his throat. In her hand–a freshly stamped marriage certificate.

Kieran shot upright the second he heard me.

His eyes met mine.

A flicker of panic.

Then it was gone. He frowned, slipping back into that familiar irritation.

‘Evelyn. I’ve told you before–I don’t like it when you just show up like this.”

For a second, I almost laughed.

Seven years. I’d loved him for seven fucking years.

Turned down Paris. Stayed here to help him build the company from nothing.

14:59

Chapter 1

Back then, he’d held my hand, voice full of gratitude.

Once we go public, I’ll marry you.”

But now, right before the IPO-

took a breath. Held out the ring box.

These are the rings we promised to design together. I’m giving them back.”

We’d agreed–each of us would design one. The day we finished, we’d get married.

Kieran stared at the box. Then he let out a cold laugh.

Evelyn. What the hell are you trying to pull now?”

One of his buddies rushed over, trying to smooth things over.

‘Hey, it was just a game, no need to-”

Tina slid closer, looping her arm through Kieran’s like she owned him.

‘Evelyn,” she cooed, “it was just a bet between Kieran and us. If you’re upset, I can divorce him tomorrow.”

She waved the marriage certificate in front of my face.

Her tone dripped with triumph. Her expression? Pure victim.

I almost smiled.

Instead, I pulled out my phone. Drafted a resignation email to HR.

‘I’m not upset, Kieran. I’m quitting. I’m leaving Muse & Dawn Group.”

His eyes locked on my screen. Narrowed. Dangerous.

He looked at me like he couldn’t comprehend what he was seeing.

And I felt it–dull, heavy pain spreading through my chest.

From that cramped rental apartment to Muse & Dawn Group–I’d been there the whole time.

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