Semua Bab 365 Days To Ruin My Ex Husband’s Life : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Chapter 42: Love you X7Day 11/365VICKY If Rue wanted boundaries, then that’s exactly what he was going to get. I was done overplaying my part in this little game. In fact, it already felt like I’d been doing too much from the start.“He wants boundaries, huh? I’ll give him boundaries.”I picked up my phone and started typing out a reply, but halfway through, I stopped. I couldn’t bring myself to send it. I sighed, erased the message, and began walking back to my room when my phone beeped. It was a message from Rue—three question marks.“Why would he send me that?” I mumbled. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! When did I—?”Apparently, I had butt-dialed him… not just a call, but seven whole love emojis in response to his “Don’t cross boundaries, I hate when people do that” text.“I can’t delete this now. What’s the use? He’s already seen it! This is so embarrassing!” I screamed, right as my phone started ringing.Why the hell was Rue calling me?I tossed the phone to the other side of the bed

Chapter 44: The DressDay 11/365VICKY . “Let’s go get your dream dress!” Julia said, still hyped from the drama that just happened.I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re too excited for someone who’s not the bride.”“I have to be excited. Do you know how boring it would be if I worked with someone who wasn’t fun?” she replied, grabbing my purse and practically dragging me out.We stepped into the car and the silence was oddly comforting. I looked out the window, watching the streets blur past while Julia scrolled through her phone, humming some upbeat song under her breath.“Do you know what kind of dress you want?” she asked after a while, turning to me.“I haven’t thought about it,” I mumbled. .”“Rue picked the shop so i’m sure they have the best that will suit you ,” she said. “And besides, we’re going to make these fake memories look like a fairytale.”“ Rue picked it ?” “ Yeahhh, He’s so intentional, Don’t worry today is going to be perfect “I smiled. Maybe that’s what I neede

Chapter 46: SiennaDay 11/365VICKYNow that Bella had said this Sienna lady was going to cause trouble, I was more curious than ever. I’d been curious before, but this felt like my perfect opportunity to finally ask.“Do you think Rue is going to come back?” I asked Bella.She sighed. Julia was at the other end of the boutique, paying for the dress. When she finished, the assistants helped us get it into the car. Bella and I were heading out, and I was still waiting for her response.“If it was Sienna calling…” she began, “I doubt he’d come back. He probably wants to take care of things.”I hesitated. “What else did he say?” Bella asked, turning to look at me.I debated whether I should tell her that my husband-to-be said he might not be coming home tonight.“He mentioned something about not coming home tonight… or staying out late. I didn’t really grasp it,” I said, a bit unsure of how she’d react.Bella gave me a knowing look. “Oh, she definitely came back after hearing about your

Chapter 48: A Long NightDay 11/365VICKY.Immediately I dropped my pen, my eyes filled with tears. I couldn’t stop myself from crying. Everything that happened tonight was too fast—and for what? Something that wasn’t even my fault. Rue’s family never missed an opportunity to talk down on me or insult me. It was suffocating. I already had a lot going on in my life, and I didn’t want to add the Rogers family drama to it. But tonight hurt more… because Rue also yelled at me.Slowly, he was starting to behave like the boss I knew him to be—not my partner in this contract. He spoke rudely to me this morning, and now harshly tonight. Nobody except Bella cared to hear my side of the story, and I thought Rue would also want to hear my part. And even when I told him what had happened, he said I should have “walked away.”What was I expecting? He was Rue Rogers.“Vicky, you can’t even back down now,” I sighed to myself.It was too late now. I forced myself out of bed and dragged myself to the

Chapter 50: A Quick Visit Day 12/365 VICKY The moment I stepped out of the Uber, I just stood there in front of the hospital like a statue. The building hadn’t changed. Same peeling paint, same small, sad sign hanging off a rusted hinge. I felt like I had been teleported back in time to the exact day I got diagnosed. I closed my eyes for a second, breathed in the stale hospital air, and slowly walked through the glass doors. It wasn’t a big or busy hospital. It was a private clinic that used to be the best in town, clean, organized, full of hope. But now, it was slowly dying just like the patients it used to save. No government support, barely any staff left. Still, Dr. Ben was here and he was the only reason I was too. “I’m here to see Dr. Ben, please,” I said at the reception. “Okay, ma. His office is the last one down the hall to the right,” the nurse replied with a soft smile. I nodded and made my way down the quiet hallway. The air smelled like antiseptic and sadness. I kno