But still, he held his head high and insisted,
“I mean it. Every word.”
For the first time, I realized just how persistent this guy could be.
I had already made things crystal clear, but he just wouldn’t let it go.
Shaking my head, I stepped past Dylan and headed into my apartment.
He followed close behind, unwilling to be shut out, pulling out his key to unlock the door.
Too bad for him–I had already changed the locks.
No matter how much he twisted and turned it, the key wouldn’t budge.
“Emma, why the hell isn’t my key working? Did you change the locks?”
I stayed silent. He kept banging on the door.
“Say something! Why would you change the damn locks?”
Finally, when my neighbors started complaining in the group chat, I lost my patience.
“This is my place. Whether I change the locks or not has nothing to do with you!”
“Now get out of here before I call the cops for harassment!”
Dylan’s face darkened.
He stopped pounding the door and tried to calm himself down, switching tactics.
“Come on, Emma. I get it, you’re mad.”
“But couples fight all the time, you know?”
“There’s no need to make this such a big deal.”
I let out a cold laugh.
If it turned into a big deal, he had no one to blame but himself.
The Next Morning
The moment I opened my door, something heavy tumbled against my feet.
Dylan was curled up in a ball, shivering from the cold.
His eyes fluttered open, groggy and miserable.
“Emma… Took you long enough to open the door. I was freezing to death out here.”
I couldn’t believe it. He actually spent the whole night outside.
Honestly, I had expected him to storm off in a fit of anger. That was more like him.
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Our Vows Were Lies. But Your Revenge Will Be Very Real
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Chapter 7
Frowning, I sighed.
“Can you just stay the hell away from me? We’re done. Move on.”
He grinned, as if he had everything under control.
Only, his frozen face looked a little stiff.
“Breakups aren’t always final. I know I’ll win you back eventually.”
I snorted.
“So what, you’re my lapdog now?”
Dylan’s face twisted with embarrassment.
“I bet your little pack of bros would love to see you grovel like this.”
“Should I call them over for a front–row seat?”
“And while we’re at it, maybe your darling childhood sweetheart, Hailey Lawson, should get a taste of her own medicine?”
Dylan’s pupils shrank.
His smug confidence wavered.
I knew his ego couldn’t handle it.
Without hesitation, I pulled out my phone and hit record.
“Alright, let’s make it official. You want me back?”
“Let’s send a little video to the group chat.”
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“Better yet, we can start a bet–see how many days it takes for the Dylan to grovel his way back into my life.”
I didn’t even finish my sentence before Dylan clenched his teeth, covered his face, and bolted.
I burst into laughter as he stumbled, nearly tripping in the hallway.
Guess even he couldn’t stomach that level of humiliation.
