He Swore He Hated Seafood, So Why Did His Lips Taste Like Oysters? - Chapter 40: Chapter 40
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Before Kieran could respond, Isabelle went off on Mrs.Wilson.
"Excuse me? You're the housekeeper. Stay in your lane instead of questioning your boss."
"Of course he didn't know—he got in a car accident just days after arriving overseas. Spent weeks in the hospital."
"And honestly, Savannah? Ignoring your boyfriend, running off like that? Don't you think that's a little dramatic?"
I glanced at Kieran.
There was a fresh scar across his forehead. He looked exhausted too.
So he'd been in an accident?
But what's that to me?
I shrugged. "So, did you know we broke up?"
The day he ditched our wedding to play nursemaid overseas.
Something flickered in Kieran's eyes. He stayed quiet.
Isabelle froze, trying to figure out if I was serious.
I headed for the door with my passport.
Behind me, Mrs. Wilson called out anxiously: "Sir, she really did move out. Aren't you going to ask her to stay?"
Kieran's voice was calm. "She'll be back in a few days."
Classic Kieran.
Always so sure I couldn't live without him.
Made sense—I'd been crushing on him since middle school.
That gorgeous guy was every girl's dream, including mine.
We finally got together in college.
Everyone said: "Savannah could never leave Kieran."
Truth was, I'd been thinking about break up for a while now.
—
Take the day our families were supposed to meet.
His relatives were coming to see mine.
But Kieran said his dad couldn't make it—stuck in some care facility.
Grandma didn't mind: "As long as Kieran's there, sweetie."
She spent the whole morning deep-cleaning the house.
Cooked like it was Thanksgiving.
Even gave our dog a bath.
Worried it'd just be the two of us, she invited the neighbors over to fill out the table.
Then Kieran texted: [Running late. Something came up.]
Kieran was never late unless it was serious.
We waited from 11:30 until 3:30.
Food went cold.
He never showed.
After the neighbors left, Grandma finally dropped her fake smile.
"Honey, does he not want to marry you?"
Right then, Kieran rushed in.
"Sorry, had to run to the hospital."
I figured it was about his dad, so I didn't push.
Next day, scrolling through Instagram, I saw it.
Isabelle had posted during the exact same timeframe:
[Stomach bug is killing me. Thank god someone's here with me.]
The profile in the driver's seat was unmistakably Kieran.
When I confronted him the next day, he barely looked up from his magazine.
"Bella's family lives overseas. Who else is gonna take care of her?"
He ruffled my hair. "She's only 22, still figuring things out. Cut her some slack."
"But Grandma was so excited yesterday. She prepared for hours—"
He cut me off. "It's just dinner. We can eat any day. Why make a big deal?"
How was meeting about marriage just dinner?
Seeing my face, his tone softened. "Give me six months. Once her mom's back, I'm done babysitting her. Deal?"
I'd genuinely thought she just saw him as a big brother figure.
Kieran was always careful about boundaries with women
Until our courthouse wedding day.
We'd barely walked into city hall when he dragged me back out.
His face was stone-cold serious. "Bella collapsed at school. They're taking her to the hospital."
We both went.
Doctor said it was just heat exhaustion—nothing serious, just needed rest.
Right in front of me, Kieran scooped up limp-as-a-noodle Isabelle, carried her to his car, then up to her apartment.
When I was tucking her in, I found a men's dress shirt tangled in her sheets.
Wrinkled and well-slept-in.
My fingers trembled.
Unless I was seeing things, it looked exactly like the one that had mysteriously disappeared from Kieran's closet.
Yeah.
Her feelings definitely weren't sisterly.
That night was our worst fight ever.
He said her dress had torn—the shirt was just to cover her up.
Kieran looked at me like I was crazy.
"Savannah, fighting about a shirt all night? Maybe you need therapy too."
I was hurt and pissed. "You think this is about a shirt?"
"This is about someone butting into our relationship."
He just said coldly: "You can't be this possessive just because you grew up unloved."
Then rolled over and fell asleep.
Left me staring at the ceiling all night.
That's when I got it—our biggest problem was he never took my feelings seriously.
Things that mattered to me, he'd just brush off.
He acted like it was nothing at all
First time I actually wanted break up.
"Excuse me? You're the housekeeper. Stay in your lane instead of questioning your boss."
"Of course he didn't know—he got in a car accident just days after arriving overseas. Spent weeks in the hospital."
"And honestly, Savannah? Ignoring your boyfriend, running off like that? Don't you think that's a little dramatic?"
I glanced at Kieran.
There was a fresh scar across his forehead. He looked exhausted too.
So he'd been in an accident?
But what's that to me?
I shrugged. "So, did you know we broke up?"
The day he ditched our wedding to play nursemaid overseas.
Something flickered in Kieran's eyes. He stayed quiet.
Isabelle froze, trying to figure out if I was serious.
I headed for the door with my passport.
Behind me, Mrs. Wilson called out anxiously: "Sir, she really did move out. Aren't you going to ask her to stay?"
Kieran's voice was calm. "She'll be back in a few days."
Classic Kieran.
Always so sure I couldn't live without him.
Made sense—I'd been crushing on him since middle school.
That gorgeous guy was every girl's dream, including mine.
We finally got together in college.
Everyone said: "Savannah could never leave Kieran."
Truth was, I'd been thinking about break up for a while now.
—
Take the day our families were supposed to meet.
His relatives were coming to see mine.
But Kieran said his dad couldn't make it—stuck in some care facility.
Grandma didn't mind: "As long as Kieran's there, sweetie."
She spent the whole morning deep-cleaning the house.
Cooked like it was Thanksgiving.
Even gave our dog a bath.
Worried it'd just be the two of us, she invited the neighbors over to fill out the table.
Then Kieran texted: [Running late. Something came up.]
Kieran was never late unless it was serious.
We waited from 11:30 until 3:30.
Food went cold.
He never showed.
After the neighbors left, Grandma finally dropped her fake smile.
"Honey, does he not want to marry you?"
Right then, Kieran rushed in.
"Sorry, had to run to the hospital."
I figured it was about his dad, so I didn't push.
Next day, scrolling through Instagram, I saw it.
Isabelle had posted during the exact same timeframe:
[Stomach bug is killing me. Thank god someone's here with me.]
The profile in the driver's seat was unmistakably Kieran.
When I confronted him the next day, he barely looked up from his magazine.
"Bella's family lives overseas. Who else is gonna take care of her?"
He ruffled my hair. "She's only 22, still figuring things out. Cut her some slack."
"But Grandma was so excited yesterday. She prepared for hours—"
He cut me off. "It's just dinner. We can eat any day. Why make a big deal?"
How was meeting about marriage just dinner?
Seeing my face, his tone softened. "Give me six months. Once her mom's back, I'm done babysitting her. Deal?"
I'd genuinely thought she just saw him as a big brother figure.
Kieran was always careful about boundaries with women
Until our courthouse wedding day.
We'd barely walked into city hall when he dragged me back out.
His face was stone-cold serious. "Bella collapsed at school. They're taking her to the hospital."
We both went.
Doctor said it was just heat exhaustion—nothing serious, just needed rest.
Right in front of me, Kieran scooped up limp-as-a-noodle Isabelle, carried her to his car, then up to her apartment.
When I was tucking her in, I found a men's dress shirt tangled in her sheets.
Wrinkled and well-slept-in.
My fingers trembled.
Unless I was seeing things, it looked exactly like the one that had mysteriously disappeared from Kieran's closet.
Yeah.
Her feelings definitely weren't sisterly.
That night was our worst fight ever.
He said her dress had torn—the shirt was just to cover her up.
Kieran looked at me like I was crazy.
"Savannah, fighting about a shirt all night? Maybe you need therapy too."
I was hurt and pissed. "You think this is about a shirt?"
"This is about someone butting into our relationship."
He just said coldly: "You can't be this possessive just because you grew up unloved."
Then rolled over and fell asleep.
Left me staring at the ceiling all night.
That's when I got it—our biggest problem was he never took my feelings seriously.
Things that mattered to me, he'd just brush off.
He acted like it was nothing at all
First time I actually wanted break up.
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