Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 43

I changed my college application with Mom’s support.

From New York to London.

I thought I’d toss and turn all night, but surprisingly, I slept really well.

I slept until well past noon.

Still groggy, I instinctively checked my phone.

I found two voice messages from my close contacts.

From Alexander.

Through the speaker, his voice carried a hint of coldness:

“Chloe, stop this tantrum and unblock me. You’re an adult now–quit playing these games.”

“Yesterday Bianca felt really guilty about your sudden departure. She said she didn’t know how to make it up to you and even went up to the roof threatening suicide. Luckily I talked her down.”

“We still have some summer left, so I’m planning to take her and a few friends to Aspen for skiing to clear our heads. Don’t be jealous–ultimately, her suicide attempt was partly because of you.”

I was so angry at this shameless statement that I actually laughed.

Bianca would never actually want to die.

At school, she always called herself a “woman among women” and a “fighter among men,” constantly saying she was different from hose pretentious girls who liked to wear fake no–makeup looks and act all pure.

But her tactics were the most manipulative I’d ever seen.

Like four months ago, when my best friend Olivia Grant was having her coming–of–age party.

She carefully picked out a dress and did her makeup, planning to take some beautiful milestone photos.

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private room, she started making loud jokes.

a great body–have you slept with guys before?”

on’t be shy, we’re all friends here. What can’t we talk about?”

When she saw Olivia start crying from anger.

she immediately threw up her hands in surrender, then turned it around on her.

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“Come on, are you girls really that sensitive? Can’t even take a joke?”

“Fine, fine, my bad, okay? This is why I don’t like hanging with girls–so much drama every day.”

Or like when everyone was cramming for finals, exhausted beyond belief.

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She’d cheerfully go around taking ugly photos of everyone, make them into memes, and post them all over the school’s confession wall with the caption: “Senior Class 2 beauty queens–claim yours now!”

She only stopped after everyone complained to the homeroom teacher together.

Not to mention I’d known for two years that she joined the basketball team as a “club assistant” just to get close to Alexander.

I just never took her seriously.

Back then I was naive, thinking what belonged to me couldn’t be easily taken away.

Now that she really had taken it, I accepted it.

My fault for being a poor judge of character, for saving an ungrateful snake when I was little.

“Chloe, if you have any conscience left, come apologize to everyone, especially Bianca…”

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