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I stared at Conner, startled, but before I could dwell on it, he pulled me close and led me away without another word. Soon, a nurse arrived to treat his wounds. He sat obediently in the chair, though his face twisted in pain. "Carrie, could you please be a little gentler?" he grimaced, trying to sound lighthearted. The head nurse shot him a sidelong glance, her tone sharp yet composed. "Dr. Wright, you're not a young man anymore. Picking fights like this? You deserve the pain." Conner inhaled sharply, wincing again as she worked. I noticed him sneaking quick glances at me. The head nurse raised her voice. "If I go easy, how will the girl feel sorry for you?" She wrapped up her task deftly and left the room, disappearing as quickly as she had come. Now, the small space was quiet, leaving only Conner and me in awkward silence. Neither of us spoke, and an awkward tension hung in the air like a thick fog. Finally, it was Conner who broke the stillness. He looked at me with a f
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By the time I arrived at the hospital, chaos had already taken over the second floor of the inpatient wing. Elliott was hurling profanities at Conner, his voice ringing sharp and cutting, "Candice is my girlfriend! Everyone here, take a good look! A doctor stooping so low as to become a third party—what a disgrace!" He pointed a shaking finger at Conner and added with venom, "Today, I'll make sure everyone in this hospital knows the true face of this hypocrite!" But Conner wasn't one to back down. "How is she still your girlfriend after you broke up? What logic is that? People are free to love who they want. Did you learn English from a gym teacher?" Elliott was raised like a prince in his family. No one had ever spoken back to him so harshly before. His composure snapped, and like a panther stalking its prey, he lunged at Conner. "I'm warning you, Candice is my woman! If you have any sense, you'll stay far away. Otherwise, don't blame me for what happens next." Conner wipe
My Ex Called Me a Gold Digger Chapter 7
I thought I was done with Elliott for good. Yet, when I stepped out the next morning, his car was there again, parked in the same spot. "Candice," he greeted me with a cheerful smile. "Riding your bike to work isn't convenient. Let me drive you instead." I wanted no part of this entanglement. With measured politeness, I declined. His smile vanished as he stepped out of the car, his expression darkening. "If you want that Dr. Wright to keep his job at the hospital, you'll get in the car." I stared at him, stunned. "Are you insane?" He shrugged, utterly unbothered by my outburst. "Insane? Sure. If it means having you back, I can do far crazier things." Left with no choice, I climbed into his car. Like a magician unveiling a trick, Elliott revealed a spread of my favorite breakfasts. It was like a miniature breakfast shop in his passenger seat. His puppy-dog eyes fixed on me, as if refusing to eat would crush his fragile ego. I reluctantly picked a croissant and sipped s
My Ex Called Me a Gold Digger Chapter 6
I looked at Tiffany unhappily. Since we were no longer acquaintances, I didn't mind exposing the vile thoughts she tried so hard to conceal. "So what if I hit you? At least I'm honest and have nothing to hide," I said. "Unlike you. You pretend to be a friend, all the while harboring feelings for Elliott. You think he doesn't know? He knows. Everyone does. You're like a maggot crawling in the shadows, disgusting and pitiful." Her face drained of color as she nervously glanced at Elliott, sputtering denials. "You're spouting nonsense! I'll tear that filthy mouth of yours apart!" But Elliott stepped between us, blocking her entirely. "Enough," he said flatly. Even with the veil lifted, Elliott remained indifferent as if in denial. Tsk. Tiffany was no more than a shadow chasing after him. How desperate and pathetic. Elliott turned to me, his brow furrowed in irritation. "Tiffany is just worried about your mom. Since we're here, why can't we pay her a visit? Why are you acting s
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I was fortunate—the caretaker of the cemetery hired me without hesitation. Every morning, I would place a fresh daisy on my mother's grave, then clean the grounds. Afternoons were spent wiping headstones. I kept my hands busy and my thoughts steady. Occasionally, when new urns were brought in, I'd lend a hand. My days were simple yet full, and in that rhythm, not once did I think of Elliott. The day we broke up, I blocked all his contacts. After all, our lives had diverged; we were parallel lines heading in opposite directions. Sometimes, I'd see glimpses of him in Tiffany's social media updates, but I never lingered. My finger would swipe past the posts without a second thought. My mother was right—we were from two entirely different worlds, and forcing ourselves together had always been futile. The days in the cemetery were tranquil and fulfilling, though lately, I'd often see Connor. I still remember our first encounter. Curious, I'd asked, "Dr. Wright, did you lose anot
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I said nothing, just stared at Tiffany, her cheeks flushed, as if daring me to react. From the moment I started dating Elliott, I had known about his childhood friend, the one who always seemed to orbit too close. Whenever we went out, Tiffany would materialize as if conjured, seamlessly inserting herself into our dates like an oversized third wheel. It didn't take long to see the truth: Tiffany was in love with Elliott. Back then, I had fought with him over it. My frustration spilled out in sulky complaints, and he always soothed me with the same gentle refrain. "She's just a buddy; don't overthink it." For a while, she appeared less frequently, though her hostility toward me deepened. And now, seeing them entwined so naturally, I felt no jealousy, only a strange sense of harmony. Trash, after all, belongs in the same pile. Ignoring their stares, I headed to the bedroom to pack my belongings. Behind me, Tiffany raised her voice, a sickly sweet attempt at feigned innocence.
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