All Chapters of He Called Me His Girlfriend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

INDIEThe first thing I noticed was the beeping.Too steady to be anything natural. Then came the weight in my limbs, the dryness in my throat, and the sharp, sterile smell that only belonged in hospitals. My eyelids felt heavy, like someone had stitched them shut with invisible thread. When I finally forced them open, the light above me was too bright, forcing me to squint until the white ceiling slowly came into focus.I was alive.That realization hit me harder than the ache in my skull. I tried to move my fingers. They twitched. My toes responded next. Everything felt sluggish, disconnected, like my body was still deciding whether it wanted to belong to me again.Then I heard a voice.“Indie?”My heart lurched.I turned my head toward the sound, and the moment my eyes landed on him, the tightness in my chest loosened. Jesper Vale sat beside the bed, his dark hair slightly messy, his usual confident expression replaced by something softer or at least what I had always believed

INDIEThe drive felt endless.Tristan didn’t speak once after we left the hospital. His hands stayed steady on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road, jaw tight like he was holding something back. The city lights of Los Angeles slid past the windows in a blur of gold and white. I sat in the passenger seat, fingers curled into the thin fabric of the hospital-issued cardigan they had given me, and tried not to look at him too long.This man was supposed to be my boyfriend.According to Jesper, anyway.The car finally slowed as we turned onto a private road that climbed higher into the hills. Tall gates opened without a sound. A modern mansion came into view—sharp lines, glass walls, warm light spilling out onto a wide stone driveway. It looked expensive. Nothing like the apartment I used to share with Jesper.I knew that the second I stepped out of the car.Tristan handed his keys to a man in a dark uniform who appeared out of nowhere. Then he glanced at me, just once.“This way.”His vo

INDIEThe photo stayed under my pillow all night, the words on the back burning into my thoughts every time I closed my eyes. Soon this will all be over. Three weeks before the accident. Written in Jesper’s careful handwriting like it was nothing more than a reminder.By the time the sky started turning gray, I had already decided one thing: the crash wasn’t random. Someone had wanted me out of the way. And the two people who smiled at my hospital bed were the ones with the most to gain.I forced myself to get up, shower, and put on the clothes the staff had left for me. If I was going to keep pretending, I needed to look like someone still recovering—not someone who had just found a threat written in her ex’s handwriting.When I stepped into the hallway, Tristan was already downstairs.He stood near the kitchen island with a cup of black coffee, scrolling through something on his phone. The moment he heard me, his eyes lifted. He studied my face longer than usual.“You’re up earl

INDIE“You're hiding something from me, Jesper. Don't even think about denying it.”His voice hit my ears the moment I answered his call the next morning. I stood by the bedroom window, holding my phone with a slightly trembling hand, just as Tristan and I had planned the night before. Jesper sounded uneasy on the other end. His breathing came rapidly through the microphone, and the usual calculated calmness in his voice was gone.“What do you mean, Indie? I don't understand,” Jesper replied quickly. There was a hint of panic he managed to conceal, but my ears were too sharp to miss it. “Are you starting to ramble again after getting a good night's sleep? Do you want me to come pick you up?”“Don't try to change the subject,” I said coldly, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I feel like we used to be very close. Is that true, Jesper?”Jesper's voice almost trembled, but he tried to sound calm.“Do you remember something?”Jesper fell silent on the other end. A long pause hung between