Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 77

Chapter 8

A burning pain flared across her cheek.

Willow’s about to try again when-

Another girl walks in.

Someone who used to be a nobody actress just like Willow, her old rival.

Jade Monroe.

She holds up a thermos, voice sweet.

“Cade, babe, I made you soup. Try it! Oh, and that film contract you promised? Brought it with me.”

“Jade, you’re so thoughtful.”

Cade’s eyes go soft and warm. Like she’s the only person in the room.

Jade leans into him, then shoots Willow a pitying look.

‘Idiot. Didn’t Liya tell you? The fifteen days aren’t for falling in love. They’re for cashing out before the clock runs out.”

rurns out, every gold–digger in Manhattan’s now lining up for a shot at Cade’s fifteen–day blackouts.

Want in? You gotta go through me. His ex–wife.

And registration? Not cheap.

elling access to my ex–husband’s episodes? Best business move I ever made.

‘m just back from the Annual Broadcaster Awards.

lest Anchor of the Year again.

he second I walk through my door, my phone’s blowing up.

Kai’s 1,100th love confession text.

don’t even read it and delete.

hen I see something move in the shadows.

Villow crawls toward me, crying hysterically, snot and tears everywhere.

Liya, I was stupid. I was greedy, I didn’t appreciate you when I had the chance.”

Please, PLEASE help me one more time.”

Just fifteen days! That’s all I need! I can get back on top if=”

cut her off and hand her a card.

Registration fee’s three million.”

Want to skip the line? Fifty thousand per spot.”

Let’s see… you’ve got thirteen people ahead of you.”

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Dlaving the Fool

Chapter 8

She stares, speechless.

I step over her and head inside. Life’s good!

Three years after the divorce.

Word is, Willow’s selling what’s left of her body in the red–light district just to scrape together the registration fee.

She’s lost it, tells anyone–she’s gonna be Cinderella for fifteen days.

Meanwhile, Cade just finished another blackout.

This time, the gold digger drained the company’s entire reserve fund.

The board had enough, kicked him out of Ashford Corp.

Now he’s spiraling, begging me to take him back.

He kneels outside my building in the pouring rain three days straight.

I’m so done with his drama, I grab Kai and we take off on a year–long world tour.

My network’s launching a new travel culture show anyway. Might as well get some content.

And my career? Still skyrocketing.

Under the aurora in Iceland, Kai proposed to me with a one–of–a–kind pink diamond.

Millions watching the livestream. Comments going wild.

I just shook my head calmly.

‘Sorry. Next five years, I’m focused on my career. Not getting married”

Then will you at least DATE me?”

Kai sounds desperate. Like he’s throwing a Hail Mary.

I pause.

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