Jax hit the carpet hard. He was still shaking, but he forced himself up, crawling on his knees back toward me.He reached my feet and wrapped his arms around my legs, holding on for dear life.“Clara, don’t go. Please, just listen to me,” he begged, looking up. His face was a swollen, red mess.I tried to pull my leg away, but he held on tighter.“In college,” he choked out, his voice breaking, “I never liked Chloe. I swear to God. Not for a single day.”The whole room was silent. Even Chloe was frozen, staring in disbelief.“Then why—” I started.“BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO PERFECT!” he screamed, a dam of repressed feelings bursting wide open. “You were good at everything. You were amazing. I wasn’t good enough for you. I was scared you’d realize what a loser I was and leave me!”“So I found Chloe on purpose,” he sobbed, his voice trembling like a leaf. “I wanted to see if you’d still love me. I made bets with my friends… bets on whether you’d get jealous, on whether you’d wait for me forev
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