Total pages in book: 198
Estimated words: 186242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 931(@200wpm)___ 745(@250wpm)___ 621(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 931(@200wpm)___ 745(@250wpm)___ 621(@300wpm)
Then the smug voice inside of me that had reveled in how poorly his last two albums had been reviewed reared her pleased face up and said, Yeah, you know what he really wants. I knew damn well what the most important thing in his life was. The voice in my head had a point. I did know. I’d been imagining this happening, even while we’d still been together, when he had first started to pull away. When I was pretty sure his mom had decided to start phasing me out slowly.
They had no idea what they’d done, what they’d almost completely taken from me, even though I didn’t feel any grief over it.
Delete it.
Or . . . read it first and then delete it?
Maybe get mad if he was being an asshole? If that was the case, it wouldn’t be unexpected and it would only be a reminder that I was better off now than I had been. I was a winner anyway, right?
I was here. I was without people who hadn’t contributed to my happiness in too long. I had my entire future ahead of me, ready and waiting for me to take it.
There were a lot of things I wanted and nothing stopping me from getting them but patience and time.
But . . .
Before I could talk myself out of it, I clicked on the message and braced myself, pissing myself off so that whatever he said couldn’t make me angrier.
But there were only a few words in the email.
Roro,
Call me.
And for one microsecond, I thought about replying to him. Telling him no. But . . .
No.
Because the best way to get under his skin would be to just not reply.
Kaden hated being ignored. More than likely because his mom had spoiled him every day of his life and gave him just about everything he ever asked for, and everything he didn’t. He’d gotten too used to being the center of attention. The pretty boy everyone fawned over and fell over to please.
So instead of deleting the email, knowing I wouldn’t be tempted to reply to him, I left the message where it was because Aunt Carolina would ask to see it. Yuki would too so she could cackle. Nori would tell me to keep it so one day when I was feeling down, I could look at it and chuckle to myself at how the mighty had fallen. I set my phone back into my pocket.
Yeah, he wasn’t asking for me to call because he couldn’t find his social security card or had a hex on his dick, and I knew it.
I smiled to myself.
“What’s that smile for?” Clara whispered as she came around the counter where the register was.
The family she’d been helping waved as they went by. “We’re going to think about it, thank you!” one of the two moms said before leading her loved ones out.
Clara told them to call if they had any more questions, waiting until they were out before turning to me.
I couldn’t help but smile again and shrug. “Kaden just emailed me. He asked me to call him.” I had thought this situation over in my head a few times since we’d reconnected, and I’d decided that sticking to the truth was the only way to go.
She knew about our relationship because I’d told her about him before he’d gotten famous, back when I’d been able to post pictures of us online, before his mom had come up with the idea of painting him as an eternal bachelor. Before they had asked me, so sweetly, so kindly, to please remove all the pictures I had up of us together.
Clara had noticed.
She’d contacted me and asked if we’d broken up, and I’d told her the truth. Not saying what the “plan” was but just that we were still together and things were fine. But that was all she’d known.
And I knew I had to explain it all to her, if I was planning on staying here.
Lies had fragile, little legs. I wanted a foundation.
Clara raised an eyebrow as she leaned a hip against the counter, stretching her dark green collared shirt with the name of the business above her breast. She’d brought me one of her old ones and promised to order new ones. “Are you going to?”
I shook my head. “No, because I know it will bother him. And there’s nothing he would need to tell me anyway.”
Clara scrunched up her nose, and I could see the questions in her eyes, but there were too many customers still around. “Did he try calling you?”
“He can’t because”—this was all part of Things She Could Know—“his mom disconnected my line the day after he said things weren’t working anymore.” Didn’t even give me a warning or anything. I had been packing up to leave when it had happened. “He doesn’t have my new number.”