Mr. Fake-Mute's Love Game Ended When I Stopped Playing the Fool novel Chapter 88

mien’s entire body stiffened. Then he exploded–face flushed crimson, voice pitching higher.

‘hat the hell are you talking about?”

ou’re dumping me? Because I’m sick? Because I can’t afford treatment? So you’re just gonna bail?”

aven’t I been good to you this past year? And now you want to leave me here to die alone?”

ch accusation hit like a bullet straight through my chest.

breath caught. My body trembled uncontrollably.

ree months ago, my biological parents–who I’d been separated from for twenty years–finally found me. They wanted me to come home.

t I’d just learned Damien had ALS. Only a year left to live.

uldn’t abandon him. So I stayed.

en I saw that survival competition offering ten million dollars, I signed up without hesitation.

t now, remembering him holding Chloe while they mocked me? My heart turned to ice.

mien seemed shocked by my cold response. He wheeled closer, slipping back into that familiar gentle tone–the one he always used to manipulate me.

abella, the doctor said if I just finish one full course of treatment, I have a real chance at recovery.”

ice I’m better, I’ll marry you. We’ll be together forever. Never apart again…”

phone buzzed. The screen lit up–Chloe’s perfectly made–up face in a selfie.

mien fumbled to grab it, his voice instantly softening.

Loe, what’s wrong… Yeah, I’ll be right there…”

hung up. Wouldn’t meet my eyes.

abella, my cousin needs me urgently. You rest up. And stop talking about quitting the show.”

raing himself, he picked up my mud caked hands–barely hiding his disgust.

or our future, just hang in there a little longer, okay?”

e moment his pale, slender fingers touched mine, I yanked iny hands away.

tabella, why are your hands so cold?”

e frowned, quickly shrugging off his jacket and draping it over my shoulders.

froze for a second. Then pulled it off and handed it back.

Don’t bother. I’m checking out and going home.”

amien blinked. Then his expression darkened.

You’re still quitting? You get hurt once and you’re done? I’m seriously questioning whether you ever actually loved me!”

is voice shot up.

Chapter 2

“You’re just a shallow, gold digging bitch! I can’t believe I wasted my time on you!”

I stood frozen as he ripped the jacket from my hands and hurled it at my head.

‘Tine, Isabella! Break up then! But don’t come crawling back to me later!”

He spun his wheelchair around and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

pulled my filthy, reeking coat tighter around myself. The cold draft from the door stung my face.

Outside, I heard the staff grumbling.

Three months of pretending to care about this broke–ass girl. My face is literally peeling from sunburn.”

Mr. Harrington’s got it good, though. Every day he’s taking Miss Kensington to fancy dinners, driving around in luxury cars while we’re stuck out here weating our asses off.”

Wait, did you hear? The real Sterling daughter’s been found. Turns out Miss Kensington’s just some orphan they adopted.”

Shh! Keep your voice down! If she hears us, we’re screwed…”

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