He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 103: Chapter 103
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Josh's face twisted in disbelief.
"You're bluffing. What do you possibly gain from pissing me off?"
"You break up with me tonight, and I swear to God, I won't take you back when you come crawling to me tomorrow."
"Face it. You need me. An orphan like you isn't going to find anyone better."
I reached into my pocket.
He thought I was giving in.
"Relax. The wedding's still on. Just drop the drama."
Tears threatened to fall.
But I refused to cry in front of him.
I lit a cigarette and swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth.
When I looked up at him again, all the love I ever had for him was gone from my eyes.
He didn't notice. He just grabbed at my cigarette.
"You were the one nagging me to quit for the baby! And now you're smoking?"
"You don't want our kid anymore?"
I leaned back and blew a cloud of smoke in his face.
"No. I don't."
As an orphan, all I'd ever wanted was a family.
When Josh first pursued me, I'd warned him,
"I don't do flings. If you're not serious about this, then walk away now."
He swore he was. He swore we'd build a life together.
And I believed him.
For seven years, we were the "perfect couple", except for when Isla was in the picture.
I told myself their closeness was just a childhood friendship.
When Isla left for college, I thought I'd finally won.
Then she came back.
And I finally saw the truth:
He had always loved her.
Josh gritted his teeth.
"Look, we're both stressed. The wedding's getting close, let's just call a truce, okay?"
He reached out to ruffle my hair, like he used to.
I slapped his hand away and got out of the car.
While he was still gaping at me, I shoved the ring at him.
"Give this to Isla. It's her size, anyway."
"That's enough, Vivian!" He roared.
I cut him off.
"You knew it would fit her!"
"Stop pretending you ever gave a damn about me!"
I walked away. He didn't follow. He just screamed after me,
"You come back right now, or I'll never forgive you!"
The wind swallowed his threats as I walked faster, and didn't look back.
"You're bluffing. What do you possibly gain from pissing me off?"
"You break up with me tonight, and I swear to God, I won't take you back when you come crawling to me tomorrow."
"Face it. You need me. An orphan like you isn't going to find anyone better."
I reached into my pocket.
He thought I was giving in.
"Relax. The wedding's still on. Just drop the drama."
Tears threatened to fall.
But I refused to cry in front of him.
I lit a cigarette and swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth.
When I looked up at him again, all the love I ever had for him was gone from my eyes.
He didn't notice. He just grabbed at my cigarette.
"You were the one nagging me to quit for the baby! And now you're smoking?"
"You don't want our kid anymore?"
I leaned back and blew a cloud of smoke in his face.
"No. I don't."
As an orphan, all I'd ever wanted was a family.
When Josh first pursued me, I'd warned him,
"I don't do flings. If you're not serious about this, then walk away now."
He swore he was. He swore we'd build a life together.
And I believed him.
For seven years, we were the "perfect couple", except for when Isla was in the picture.
I told myself their closeness was just a childhood friendship.
When Isla left for college, I thought I'd finally won.
Then she came back.
And I finally saw the truth:
He had always loved her.
Josh gritted his teeth.
"Look, we're both stressed. The wedding's getting close, let's just call a truce, okay?"
He reached out to ruffle my hair, like he used to.
I slapped his hand away and got out of the car.
While he was still gaping at me, I shoved the ring at him.
"Give this to Isla. It's her size, anyway."
"That's enough, Vivian!" He roared.
I cut him off.
"You knew it would fit her!"
"Stop pretending you ever gave a damn about me!"
I walked away. He didn't follow. He just screamed after me,
"You come back right now, or I'll never forgive you!"
The wind swallowed his threats as I walked faster, and didn't look back.
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