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"I don't like receiving flowers from strangers, and dinner isn't necessary. All I ask, Mr. Kinsey, is that you stop showing up and harassing me." Wayne paled, fumbling with the bouquet. "Then… Miss Henley, what kind of flowers do you like? I'll bring them tomorrow. I'm not trying to harass you, I just want to properly—" "No need." I cut him off before he could say the word pursue. Looping my arm through Jace Durant's, I said, "Mr. Kinsey, I already have someone. We're getting engaged next week, and the Kinsey family will receive an invitation." With that, Jace and I walked hand in hand back to the Henley Residence.

“Tonight is gonna be all about us. Only I will know exactly when I finish with this so it’ll be easier for me to just order an Uber immediately. I’ll be fine and full of energy, I promise.” Hell no. I wouldn’t mind waiting outside her office door if I have to. The thought of her ordering an Uber back simply didn’t sit right with me. “Chi-“ She didn’t even let me get a word in, “Oh my God Dean, the more you argue, the more you take up us time.” She was right about that. And something told me she wouldn’t change her mind about it. “Fine, fine.” I agreed even though I was still a bit adamant about the plan. “But don’t stay too long, okay?”

Cyrus borrowed someone’s phone to text me, saying he and Serena were both being deported back home. “Can you come back and take care of me?” His voice sounded extremely weak in the voice message. However, I did not feel a shred of pity, retorting mercilessly to cut his last strand of hope. “Face it, I don’t love you anymore. Now you’re like a turd in the latrine to me, dirty and foul. “Perhaps you were important to me once, but now I’m too disgusted to even look at you. Do you understand me now?”

THE END Thank you for reading Book 1 If you would like to listen to the playlist of *The Shattered Series*, please click here. In the next chapter book 2 *ZANE* begins.

Bubbles foamed and popped softly around her small hands, sending up tiny bursts of citrus scent from the expensive dish soap Bianca kept under the sink—the kind that came in a glass bottle and cost more than Justin's first car had. Their voices overlapped in easy rhythm as they worked: Kiara recounting the playground drama of the day in exhaustive, breathless detail—who had pushed whom on the swing (Sophie had pushed Liam, but Liam had deserved it because he had hidden Sophie's favorite jump rope), who had claimed the last juice box at snack time (Noah had grabbed it first, but he had shared his cookies with Kiara as compensation, so it was fine), who had cried when a ladybug landed on her a

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

"Dad, Mom, I regret it. "You were right. Ines Sutherland was never the right person for me. I want to come home."

There was silence before I heard a muffled sob. I backed away quietly. Haley was Giselle’s best friend, and I barely knew her. It wasn’t my place to comfort her or to admit I had overheard her cellphone conversation. By the time I found the library, my heart had calmed. I went inside and quietly closed the door. There were many books of different genres, all arranged according to their genre and color. Shelves lined the walls, floor to ceiling. For a second, I forgot why I was there. I ran my fingers along the spines until I stopped at ‘It Ends With Us’. I had always wanted to read it.