Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 6

“The second you decided to play me for a fool, you should’ve assumed we were done.”

I hung up.

His texts came flooding in.

“Harper, there’s a limit to throwing tantrums. It’s been a week. Aren’t you over it yet?”

“How much time do you need to cool off?”

“I don’t believe you actually want to break up.”

I blocked him again.

A whole week of silence, then one random call and he expected forgiveness.

I’d spoiled him. Made him think he’d always come first. That all he had to do was snap his fingers and I’d come running back.

Even after the unforgivable.

That evening, I came back with Sunny. Quinn was on the couch in a face mask, suddenly squealing.

“Oh my God, the Harrington heir is so hot! And his fiancée–she’s gorgeous! Their engagement’s tomorrow!”

My stomach dropped.

She waved me over. “Come look!”

I took a sip of water, shook my head. “I’m exhausted. Heading to bed.”

Good for them. If anything, I guess I held them up for five years.

My phone buzzed. Unknown number.

“Harper, I’m getting engaged tomorrow. You really have nothing to say?”

“I don’t believe you’ve stopped caring. You loved me so much. Why are you ignoring me? Trying to piss me off?”

I almost laughed.

Getting engaged tomorrow and still putting on this act. Was he just not used to life without a lapdog?

I typed back.

“Congrats on the engagement, Zeke. Wishing you a lifetime of happiness.”

Then blocked him. Third time.

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Chapter 6

How many numbers did this guy have?

The moon reflected on the lake. I suddenly remembered the day Zeke ran from our wedding.

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