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Chapter 13

ผู้เขียน: Aleyah Lavelle
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For the next two days, I did the only thing I knew how to do whenever things were out of control.

I avoided everyone.

I ignored Enzo completely, his calls, his messages, I left it all unread. I didn’t have the strength to deal with whatever version of him would show up on the other side of that conversation.

I avoided Nathan too.

He called over and over again, his name lighting up my screen like an alarm, but I let it ring until it stopped. When he eventually showed up at my door, knocking hard enough to wake me up, I didn’t let him in.

“I need time alone,” I said through the door. “please go home.”

Then I ignored him till I couldn’t hear him anymore.

I buried myself in work.

The library has always been my safe place. I arranged and rearranged books until my arms hurt, read fairytale stories to kids and smiled through it all. The quiet routine helped clear my head.

Olive noticed.

“You can’t just ignore the problem and hope it disappears,” she said, arms folded. “It won’t, you need to
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  • HER LAST NAME, HIS CLAIM   Chapter 16

    The day after the party, I tried to pretend everything was normal.Olive, Judy and I decided to grab iced coffee before our shift, and they were already in full gossip mode the minute I sat down.Judy sipped her drink, clasping her hands like she was about to deliver an important news.“So,” she began dramatically, “are we going to talk about how your eyes were following Enzo yesterday? Or should we pretend we didn’t all see it?”I blinked. “My what was doing what?”Olive almost choked on her drink laughing.“Oh, please. You looked at him like you suddenly just realized how attractive he is.”“I wasn’t looking at him,” I said, straight faced. “At all.”Judy gave me a slow, knowing nod, the kind that meant she didn’t believe a word I said.“Sweetheart,” she said, “you looked like you were in love.”I almost choked on my drink.“I… what? No. Absolutely not.”Olive leaned closer. “Was Nathan weird about Enzo being there?”“No,” I said quickly. “Not at all. He was perfectly fine.”“Were y

  • HER LAST NAME, HIS CLAIM   Chapter 15

    By the next morning, I had made exactly one decision,I was getting my old car back.It didn’t matter how shiny or expensive that blue Lexus was. I wasn’t going to let Enzo bulldoze his way into my life with gifts I never asked for. Especially gifts that would only complicate things with Nathan.I stared at the Lexus key on my table.“Fine,” I muttered. “Let’s do this.”I grabbed my bag, the keys, went to the car and drove straight to Enzo’s house.The drive was annoyingly pleasant. Smooth. The AC was perfect. The brakes were perfect and the whole thing moved like butter.I wanted to throw the entire vehicle into a river.When I pulled up in front of his house, I didn’t even bother getting out of the car. I dialed his number.He answered on the first ring.“You could’ve just rung the bell,” he said, clearly amused. “Or used the door code. Unless you forgot your own birthday?”“Come outside,” I snapped.He exhaled long and loud, that one that meant he was about to be a menace.Then the

  • HER LAST NAME, HIS CLAIM   Chapter 14

    The next morning, I woke up feeling…okay-ish. Not happy or even peaceful, just functional. And honestly, with all the chaos Enzo was causing in my life, that felt like a miracle.I brushed my teeth, packed my hair into a ponytail, stepped outside to grab the mail…And froze.Because sitting in my driveway, shining, was a brand new blue Lexus with a giant pink bow on the hood. And a guy that looked as if he was about to knock on my door. So at least, I knew the car didn’t just magically appear in my driveway.Another delivery guy stood beside the car, smiling like he was in a commercial.The guy at the door smiled and said, “Good morning ma’am. Delivery for Elena Wayne.”Wayne? I knew instantly then that it was Enzo’s doing as usual.I narrowed my eyes. “Excuse me?”He held the keys toward me. “Your husband said to give this to you.”I nearly choked on my words.“Husband?” I repeated. “WHAT husband?”He checked the clipboard he had with him. “Uh… Loenzo Wayne.”I exhaled so loudly the

  • HER LAST NAME, HIS CLAIM   Chapter 13

    For the next two days, I did the only thing I knew how to do whenever things were out of control.I avoided everyone.I ignored Enzo completely, his calls, his messages, I left it all unread. I didn’t have the strength to deal with whatever version of him would show up on the other side of that conversation.I avoided Nathan too.He called over and over again, his name lighting up my screen like an alarm, but I let it ring until it stopped. When he eventually showed up at my door, knocking hard enough to wake me up, I didn’t let him in.“I need time alone,” I said through the door. “please go home.”Then I ignored him till I couldn’t hear him anymore.I buried myself in work.The library has always been my safe place. I arranged and rearranged books until my arms hurt, read fairytale stories to kids and smiled through it all. The quiet routine helped clear my head.Olive noticed.“You can’t just ignore the problem and hope it disappears,” she said, arms folded. “It won’t, you need to

  • HER LAST NAME, HIS CLAIM   Chapter 12

    When I got home that night, I was restless. I paced so much that I felt dizzy.The blog post kept replaying in my mind, the headline, the picture of us, Enzo’s hand on my waist, the stunned look on my face right before he dragged me into his car.Every time I blinked, I saw it again.I stopped by the window, hands on my hips, heart racing. I tried to breathe, tried to think rationally, tried to convince myself it wasn’t him.But my brain wasn’t cooperating.Finally, I grabbed my phone.If i didn’t yell at him, I might choke on all the words I wanted to say to him.He picked up on the second ring.Before he could speak, I exploded.“You… you devil!”He was silent at first. Then he sighed. “Wow. Elena. Easy. What did I do this time?”I was so pissed, I almost bit my tongue trying to speak.“What did you…? Are you actually insane? Don’t you dare play dumb with me. You know exactly what you did. How could you take a stupid picture and hand it to whatever ridiculous blog posted that nonsen

  • HER LAST NAME, HIS CLAIM   Chapter 11

    I was glad Enzo left town.Honestly? I hoped he wouldn’t come back.When I really thought about it, Nathan and I never used to fight, not like this. But ever since Enzo returned to Maplewood, it felt like every argument was based on him. Somehow, in one way or another, he always caused it.The library felt so much better without his presence. No tension, no stupid stunts. It was peaceful.Still, the thoughts wouldn’t stop. The what ifs. The fact that he kept insisting we “fix” things like I hadn’t already moved on with my life.I spent the rest of the day shelving books and pretending the memories trying to crawl out of the grave I buried them in weren’t real.The town didn’t help matters between Nathan and I because everywhere I went, the rumour was everywhere I went, “Elena and Enzo are back together.”Talk about fake news.This town needed a public affairs department at this point.When I finally got home, there was a bouquet of flowers on my porch, a handwritten note tucked betwee

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