Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hired My Ex's Sister as Wife: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

“I used to think love was about never falling. But now I know, it’s about falling over and over again, with the same person and always choosing them.” The tears slid down my cheeks as I read my mother’s words again. It wasn’t the first time I’d read those words. I mean, they were basically everywhere. Like the New York Times called it, Hannah Ford was a “poetic revolutionary.” But now, I understand those same words differently. I always thought love was a flurry of flowers with sweet-scented nectars perfuming the air, but I was wrong. Oh, I was wrong, and I’d still tell anyone who dared argue the same thing. Because when your lying and cheating punk of a boyfriend ends up cheating on you with a girl he fooled you into becoming friends with, by telling you she was his cousin, the last thing you can do is believe in love.I know what you are thinking. ‘I should’ve seen it coming.’ ‘I mean, Savannah, the ‘cousin line’ is quite cliche now.’ I know, I know. I was a fool, like every ot

However, when I woke up the next morning, I noticed that Camille had been trolling me all night on her social media platform. She didn’t even mind that we were friends; she completely rained insults and snide comments about me, claiming I was “the other woman,” in her words.Could you believe it? She lied and twisted her way into becoming my friend just to turn around and betray me like this? They both did. I know I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t keep away from the comments section. I don’t know what I was expecting. I practically knew that everyone in this school lived for gossip, but I just had to know what they were saying about me. Underneath her posts and comments. Noah’s friends filled the comments with emojis and inside jokes. Some student unions were calling against abuse, while some had some colorful words and thoughts to share about me. It wasn’t even 7 a.m., and Maya was already pacing my room with her phone in hand, trying to calm herself down. I knew she meant well, but

I thought I could catch a break and just stay inside, binge-watching my favorite shows or maybe read a book after that day in class, but it seemed that was a luxury I could no longer afford. Because just a few moments later, I received a call-up letter to the school student conduct council. I barely had time to rest or eat or do anything to take the edge off before I had to go to the council, but it was due in thirty minutes, so I got up, gathered a few things, and headed out.I arrived at the boardroom shortly and sat by the waiting bench, staring down at my nails and pretending I wasn’t shaking inside. I knew I should have told one of my girls where I was headed or what was happening. They’d probably try to show up and support me, but I didn’t want them to worry or overcomplicate this situation.Outside the boardroom, the walls felt closer than they should, and even though the air conditioning was blowing directly on my neck, I could still feel sweat clinging to my back. I wasn’t g

I wasn’t sure when it happened, but somewhere between defending myself in front of a committee and arguing with my mom in a hotel, I decided I was done being the victim. Done hiding. Done letting Noah, Camille, my father, or anyone else tell my story for me. If they wanted war, they picked the wrong girl.By the time I returned to campus, I had a plan forming in my head. I wasn’t going to make a scene. I was going to take back control, quietly, smartly. The first step was figuring out what Noah was really up to. Something about him had changed since everything went public. And I couldn’t ignore that weird feeling in my chest every time I saw him laugh too hard with strangers or disappear for hours.So I started watching him. Not like a full-on stalker, I told myself that enough times to convince my mind that this wasn’t creepy. I was just… paying attention to where he went. Who he talked to and the sort.It didn’t take long to notice a pattern. After his last class, he always slipped

I waited for a while, hoping he’d say anything. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to hear, but when he didn’t move, I turned away from him, my chest burning. Right now, I just wanted to leave, to get away from this whole mess before I said something I’d regret. But as I started to walk away, Leo’s hand shot out and caught mine. His grip was firm as he pulled me back and spun me around to face him.“What?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. “I don’t want to do this right now.”“You never want to do this,” he shot back. His eyes locked on mine. “You’re just going to walk away? Again?”I scoffed. “I’m trying to keep my head on straight. That’s all.”“No,” he said, his voice rising. “You’re trying to avoid it. You’d rather go running to the guy who cheated on you than actually face what’s right in front of you.”His words hit me like a slap, and slowly my hands curled into fists. “Don’t you dare,” I said, my voice shaking. “Don’t stand there and judge me when you don’t even…”“Don’t e