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She snaps back, “look, I’m not even sorry you found me here. Keeping our relationship a secret for three years sucks. I’m glad you finally found out.” “Brittany! This is Trent,” I point at him and laugh. “He gambles, smokes as hell, gets drunk several days a week, and you’re choosing your best friend over him?” “Do you think I care?” Trent is quick to stand between us, placing one palm on Brittany’s chest, and the other on my chest. While I slap his palm away, he gives me one shocking revelation that makes me crumble. “Callie… I… I have to tell you something.” His voice falters. “Brittany…She's six weeks pregnant, and I’m… moving out with her.”

Chapter 10 I will never love you His words kept repeating in my head. I’m back at my favourite convenience store, this time I manage to buy myself a drink without needing to show my ID. The owner doesn't ask me anything, not that I would reply. I can finally understand why Callum never spared me a glance. He has someone like Celine all this time and I was the reason why they broke up. His marriage tore them apart! I gulped a huge amount of the bitter thing, Tessa White is the most pathetic human.

‘Okay, but you better not work too hard. With a soft chuckle and a goodbye kiss, Callie made her way to the health centre. As she walked, she couldn’t shake off the disbelief that she was now married to the confident and commanding Major General Elias Westwood. It seemed like a dream come true. Upon reaching the break room, Callie was greeted by a megawatt smile from Wendy. Wendy playfully nudged her and teased, ‘You didn’t come back to the dorm all night, did you?’

The same tone he used when making important decisions—when he'd almost walked away from being Alpha King, when he'd chosen me and Leo over everything else. "Millie-Rose Harvey, will you marry me?" "Yes," I said, my voice breaking. "Always yes." He slipped the ring onto my finger—perfect fit, because of course Callie knew my ring size—and then he was kissing me. Deep and thorough and perfect. When we pulled apart, I looked at the ring through my tears, then back toward the path. "Callie's going to die when she realizes," I said. "I'm counting on it." We walked back to the overlook hand in hand. Callie was showing Renan her ring, both of them glowing with happiness. When she heard us approach,

“They were a thing, a big thing. She had claws in him real deep, he was crazy about her, and reckless. Not just any kind, but the kind of reckless that gets people killed.” “How did it end?” My throat went dry, and it wasn’t because of the alcohol, but still, I asked. “what happened?” Callie looked like she was about to answer. Her mouth opened, but before anything came out, a shadow passed over the bar. Ronan. Oh great. What perfect timing.

She instead started to ignore Callie. Callie came back to Manhattan after graduating from college and started working as a designer in her Father's Jewellery designing company. She was delighted that Katherine had finally left the city. She broke up with Felix right after moving to California and she tried dating other guys before finally giving up on dating. She made no more effort to date anyone one else except for Ashton who was oblivious to her desires. She thought Katherine was a cunning gold digger, sticking to Ashton for so long like a gum under a footwear. Ashton's friends often had get-togethers at his huge pent house and when it was too late to drive, Callie would suggest to stay a

Her chest heaved with angry breaths, but she wasn't done, and I let her pour her frustrations all out. “I loved you Roman, all I wanted since New York was a chance to make something real for both of us, but god damm you, you shut me out. You told me the worst mistake I could make was to fall for you, now I understand, and I feel like a fool for loving you.” Calista's voice shook as she spoke, wobbling on the verge of tears. “You chose Coraline over me” she whispered. “I didn't” I murmured, a sudden tightness gripping my chest. I almost lost Callie; if it weren't for Justin, we wouldn't have been able to trace Joel's well-covered tracks.

“But Sienna does. She must have told him the code and opened my locker.” Vin raised his eyebrow at her but relented eventually with a tired sigh. “Change it when you go back tomorrow.” She nodded. “Good girl.” “I’m sorry about what happened,” Vin murmured as they gobbled their way into their second bag of popcorn. In the background, a rom-com movie played, its volume set to low. When he first decided to take Callie in, he knew he’d be fucking the living daylights out of her, but he never imagined he’d be tangled up with her, cuddling as they marathoned romance movies.

"It's too late for that, big brother. Thanks a lot for this, by the way. I'll text you the logistics." The call ended. Kids. Family. I was surrounded by people who had it all figured out. Marriage. Parenthood. Real roots. Someday, I would know what that was like, but I just didn't see how Ava fit into the picture. Sure, we were engaged, but it didn’t feel like a life I could grow into —not the way other people did. Not like Callie once made it feel, before everything fell apart. That was ages ago. I texted Anderson, asking him to send the case files of the owners we acquired, including Callie's. I told myself it wasn't anything serious. I should've read them in the first place anyway.

"He told you he's going to marry Vivienne?" Nora set down her glass too hard, making the latte slosh; two tables over, someone glanced their way before returning to their own business. Elise was meeting Nora, her high school best friend, at the café where they usually met. She'd been telling her everything that happened the night before. "Elise," Nora pressed. "Did Callum Voss really say that to you?" Elise answered calmly, fingers brushing the rim of her green tea cup. "Yes. Like I said. Callum said he's going to marry Vivienne. In four weeks our marriage will be over."