Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 53

Chapter 3

I snapped out of the memory, face blank again.

Wesley spun around, and practically skipped over to him.

Then she suddenly turned back, eyes worried.

“Quinn, aren’t you picking up your daughter too? We can give you a ride.”

I opened my mouth to refuse, but Jasper cut me off-

He picked up my bag and strode straight toward the parking lot, leaving me zero chance to argue.

The car ride was weird as hell.

Silent except for Wesley chattering away.

Jasper tapped the steering wheel casually, barely responded to her.

But his eyes kept flicking to me in the rearview mirror.

Maybe sensing my awkwardness, Wesley tried small talk.

“Quinn, when you work late, does your husband pick up your daughter?”

I froze at the word “husband,” taking a beat to process.

Then shook my head. “He’s out of town. Not around much.”

She nodded like that made sense, but her eyes landed on that dollar–store ring on my hand.

“Is that your wedding ring? It looks kinda… faded.”

“Like one of those cheap ones you get online for ten bucks.”

“Oh! I didn’t mean it like that. Don’t get me wrong.”

Wesley turned around fast, apologizing.

But I caught the subtle sneer and that smug little superiority

Fair enough. Her Hermès bag was worth more than my entire wardrobe.

I was about to say something when Jasper laughed.

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Mr. Fake Mute’s Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool

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Chapter 3

He reached over and ruffled her hair, grinning with indulgence,

“You didn’t say anything wrong–no need to apologize.”

Then his eyes met mine in the mirror, voice casual but pointed.

“Poor people love their pride, You’re gonna piss someone off at work if you keep talking like that.”

He said it to Wesley,

But he really meant it for me.

A warning wrapped in fake concern.

I looked out the window and ignored him.

I’d heard this shit a thousand times when we were together.

That I wasn’t good enough for him. I admitted it–our worlds were too different.

My family wasn’t poor. But we were solidly middle–class.

The Hawthornes? Old money. Power. Connections at the top.

When we first got together, Jasper made it clear.

“Quinn, you can be my girlfriend. But you’ll never be my wife.”

I knew. I always knew.

So I kept my feelings in check. Never crossed a line.

But when things got serious? I couldn’t help it–I started hoping.

What if it worked out?

So right before graduation, I asked to see him.

He picked me up early that day.

The car stopped somewhere quiet on campus. The driver got out, waiting a few steps away.

I got shoved down in the backseat.

I was on top of him. His hands gripping my hips.

Sunlight filtered through the trees, blinding me.

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