His First Love Got My Heart - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Two weeks had passed since cut Chase out of her life.
The diamond ring he'd bought her now felt like a sick joke, its edges dulled from how often he'd clenched it in his fist. He'd searched every high-end jeweler in the city to find the perfect one—a token of a love he'd almost convinced himself was real.
He could still picture 's face when he gave it to her—the way her eyes lit up, the way she'd thrown her arms around him.
"Chase, in this life and the next, you're mine," she'd whispered against his skin.
"As long as you want me," he'd murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
But it had all been a lie. A flawless, calculated performance. And now the curtain was falling.
What burned worse was Adam's interference. When the man had slapped those divorce papers into his hands, Chase had nearly laughed. He'd shredded them on the spot, his pulse roaring in his ears.
"What's your deal with ? Who the hell are you to act for her?" he'd snarled.
Adam hadn't even blinked. "She's done with you. You know why. We'll see you in court in a month."
Then he'd walked out, leaving Chase standing there in the suffocating silence of his apartment, drowning in denial.
"She's just trying to get under my skin," he told himself, reaching for the nearest bottle. But the truth gnawed at him.
His phone buzzed—Grace's name flashing on the screen.
"Chase, why are you ignoring me? Still moping over ?"
Her voice, once soothing, now scraped against his nerves.
"I'm fine. Don't start," he snapped.
"No, you need to come over. My heart's acting up again."
He exhaled sharply. Grace's health was fragile, but the bitterness swelling in his chest made it hard to care.
"Yeah, whatever. Later."
He hung up, shoving the ring back into its velvet prison, locking away whatever shred of guilt remained.
He had to find . No way in hell was he letting her disappear for good.
Then it hit him.
He lunged for his laptop, pulling up Grace's social media. His stomach dropped as he scrolled—each photo, each comment, a fresh punch to the gut.
The name tagged in every post confirmed his worst nightmare.
The diamond ring he'd bought her now felt like a sick joke, its edges dulled from how often he'd clenched it in his fist. He'd searched every high-end jeweler in the city to find the perfect one—a token of a love he'd almost convinced himself was real.
He could still picture 's face when he gave it to her—the way her eyes lit up, the way she'd thrown her arms around him.
"Chase, in this life and the next, you're mine," she'd whispered against his skin.
"As long as you want me," he'd murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
But it had all been a lie. A flawless, calculated performance. And now the curtain was falling.
What burned worse was Adam's interference. When the man had slapped those divorce papers into his hands, Chase had nearly laughed. He'd shredded them on the spot, his pulse roaring in his ears.
"What's your deal with ? Who the hell are you to act for her?" he'd snarled.
Adam hadn't even blinked. "She's done with you. You know why. We'll see you in court in a month."
Then he'd walked out, leaving Chase standing there in the suffocating silence of his apartment, drowning in denial.
"She's just trying to get under my skin," he told himself, reaching for the nearest bottle. But the truth gnawed at him.
His phone buzzed—Grace's name flashing on the screen.
"Chase, why are you ignoring me? Still moping over ?"
Her voice, once soothing, now scraped against his nerves.
"I'm fine. Don't start," he snapped.
"No, you need to come over. My heart's acting up again."
He exhaled sharply. Grace's health was fragile, but the bitterness swelling in his chest made it hard to care.
"Yeah, whatever. Later."
He hung up, shoving the ring back into its velvet prison, locking away whatever shred of guilt remained.
He had to find . No way in hell was he letting her disappear for good.
Then it hit him.
He lunged for his laptop, pulling up Grace's social media. His stomach dropped as he scrolled—each photo, each comment, a fresh punch to the gut.
The name tagged in every post confirmed his worst nightmare.
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