All Chapters of Goodbye Ex, Go to Hell!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lucy’s POVMemories from the past flash in my head as I make the drive down to the airport to pick up my friend, Amanda.They're not good memories, but they remind me of how Amanda has always had my back since I can remember, and how she's the closest thing I have to a sister.The memories range from ones of Amanda and me, hiding away from the mean girls who were hell-bent on making our lives pure hell in the orphanage, to ones of her protecting me with her body, and taking most of the beating that was meant for me, because I was the smaller, weaker one.She had always been the stronger one of the two of us, even though back then, she was no more than a child herself, and it remained that way until we grew up and parted ways when it was time for us to go to college.The panicked, broken, and scared voice I heard on the phone this morning though, sounds nothing like the strong, self-assured voice I'm used to, and it breaks my heart to bits.Something is wrong with my friend. I have to f

Lucy’s POV I have never liked hospitals, but to be fair, I don't think anybody likes them. According to what I've been told, I spent almost six months in one, after I was found swaddled in a cardboard.Naturally, I don't remember that time, but I do remember when Amanda was hospitalized for a long time because she needed a heart transplant.That had been one of the scariest times of my life, as there was the possibility that I was going to lose the one person whom I loved most in the world.However, my fear of hospitals is the last thing on my mind as I pace up and down the hospital hallways, waiting for an update on Amanda. Suddenly, my phone starts ringing, and when I check it, I see that it’s my mom who’s calling. It is then that I realize that in my panic, I forgot to update her that I'm going to come back home very late. “Hello, Mom.”“Honey, where are you? I hope there’s no problem?" Her voice sounds worried.“I’m so sorry, Mom. I meant to inform you guys, but somehow, I got c

Lucy’s POV The four of them come to a halt as they get to us. A very awkward silence, which is thick with tension with tension ensues as they get to us. Lucas is the first to break the silence by talking to me.“Hello, Diane. Fancy running into you here. What are you doing here?”“My friend is very sick. I brought her to the hospital for treatment.”“Ah, I see. I'm sorry to hear about your friend.”After that, Nathan introduces his sister, who is watching me with barely concealed interest, to me. “Lucy, this is my elder sister, Doris. Doris, this is Lucy. She works in my company.” “Hello, Lucy, it’s nice to meet you. I assure you that I don’t always look like this, but I'm currently going through a rough patch. Hopefully, when next we meet, you’ll see me in all my glory.” Doris tells me, smiling self-deprecatingly.I return the smile and tell her it is nice to meet her as well. Even though I’ve only heard her speak a few words, I can immediately see what my brother meant when he said

At first, I’m certain that my dad is playing a cruel joke on me, but as the seconds pass by and he keeps staring at me with that helpless, tired look, it dawns on me that he’s in fact not joking. Once this realization hits, I burst out laughing out loud. If I don’t laugh, then I'm going to cry. The both of them do not say anything during my laughing spree, or try to stop me. They just let me go on and on. “You’re serious. You’re really broke.” I say when I'm done laughing. “Yes, I am, honey. I really wish it were a joke, but it isn’t. I’m sorry I kept it from you for so long, but it is better late than never. Naturally, there are going to have to be several big adjustments in our lifestyle … bigger ones than the ones we made several months back, I’m afraid.” Before I can think of what to say next, we hear voices and greetings coming from the entrance of the house, and a minute or so later, my stepsister, Amelia, comes in. I didn’t know she was coming. If I had known she would com

Diane’s POVMy heart is shattered, and my mood is in shambles. I can't eat, can't do anything, can barely sleep, and can only think and cry.It’s been a little over a week since my father broke the horrible news that the trust fund that I had been dreaming about getting and living off for the rest of my life is gone for good.Each day, I wake up and hope that somehow, by some miracle, I will receive a phone call from him telling me that it was all an elaborate joke, or a test, or something, and that my trust fund is still intact.At this point, I don't even mind playing by his rules of settling down, and if it comes to that, I'm even willing to marry a gold digger, as long as I'll get my money. All I have to do is make sure the person I'll marry signs an iron-clad prenup.Unfortunately, as the days pass, it has begun to dawn on me that I have to accept my new reality, and the money is gone for good. So today, I pick myself up after a long bout of crying and feeling sorry for myself.I