His Side Chick Made Him Dump Me… 100 Times! Now Watch Him Beg! - Chapter 86: Chapter 86
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On the train to Portland, Ryan was unusually busy with phone calls.
He avoided me, taking calls in the corridor.
I didn't have the energy to care—exhaustion from the sleepless night was catching up.
Half-asleep, I thought I heard his voice: "Mom, yeah, change of plans... Right, we're going to Portland instead..."
The concert was the next day. We arrived at the hotel that evening.
Ryan helped me unpack, made hot water—the perfect boyfriend.
I sat at the vanity and deliberately pushed the curling iron toward him: "Need curls again today."
"Happy to help." He smiled, taking it with practiced ease.
Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, dancing across his focused features.
The iron's steam rose as he suddenly said, "Del, after tomorrow night's concert..."
"Mm?"
"...I have a surprise for you." His ears turned slightly pink as he quickly changed subjects. "All done—do you like it?"
I examined myself in the mirror from different angles.
Similar. More and more similar.
This curl pattern was identical to the girl in the videos.
I nodded: "Your technique keeps getting better."
"Oh," I said while applying lipstick, casually, "I booked a street photographer. Portland's night scenes are gorgeous—let's get some couple photos."
"Awesome!" His eyes lit up as he raised his camera. "Perfect chance for me to learn some new tricks."
Seeing the smile on his lips, I grinned back: "You better pay close attention then."
Evening by the waterfront, tourists everywhere.
I clung affectionately to Ryan's arm.
When that familiar curly-haired figure appeared at our meeting spot, I felt the man beside me instantly tense.
"Hey!" I waved enthusiastically.
"You must be Carly, right?"
The girl's smile froze the moment she saw Ryan.
Both of them looked like they'd been hit with a paralysis spell, the air seeming to stop moving.
"What's wrong with you two?" I tilted my head, looking confused. "That expression... do you know each other?"
"NO!" Ryan snapped back to reality, his voice jumping an octave.
"We don't know each other!"
The girl's face went chalk white, fingers gripping her camera strap tightly.
I let go of Ryan's arm and linked arms with Carly: "You're so pretty! Our hair is so similar! Did you curl yours yourself? That's amazing."
"I'm hopeless at it—my boyfriend always does mine. He's gotten really good at it."
I don't know which sentence hit the switch, but the girl's eyes instantly welled up, though she forced herself to speak: "Really? It looks beautiful."
"Are you... ready to start? Let's begin if you are."
Throughout the entire shoot, Ryan's expression grew increasingly stiff.
I was having a blast, constantly pulling Ryan into new poses.
The more affectionate Ryan and I were, the slower Carly's shutter clicks became.
"Are we done?" By the end, her voice was choked up. "I'm... not in great shape today..."
"What's wrong?" I asked with concern.
She glanced frantically at Ryan, who quickly looked away: "Bad breakup... Sorry, I won't charge you today."
"Men are dogs," I patted her shoulder consolingly. "Stick around long enough and they'll always eat shit."
"Thanks for the freebie. I want to post on Instagram tonight—can you send me the photos ASAP?"
The girl nodded frantically.
But Ryan suddenly stepped forward, had Carly open Venmo, and transferred money to her.
"I'm paying you. You earned it."
Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me away forcefully.
I waved back to the girl: "Don't forget the photos!"
Ryan walked incredibly fast, never looking back once.
While I watched his retreating figure with an unrestrained grin.
This show was just getting started.
He avoided me, taking calls in the corridor.
I didn't have the energy to care—exhaustion from the sleepless night was catching up.
Half-asleep, I thought I heard his voice: "Mom, yeah, change of plans... Right, we're going to Portland instead..."
The concert was the next day. We arrived at the hotel that evening.
Ryan helped me unpack, made hot water—the perfect boyfriend.
I sat at the vanity and deliberately pushed the curling iron toward him: "Need curls again today."
"Happy to help." He smiled, taking it with practiced ease.
Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, dancing across his focused features.
The iron's steam rose as he suddenly said, "Del, after tomorrow night's concert..."
"Mm?"
"...I have a surprise for you." His ears turned slightly pink as he quickly changed subjects. "All done—do you like it?"
I examined myself in the mirror from different angles.
Similar. More and more similar.
This curl pattern was identical to the girl in the videos.
I nodded: "Your technique keeps getting better."
"Oh," I said while applying lipstick, casually, "I booked a street photographer. Portland's night scenes are gorgeous—let's get some couple photos."
"Awesome!" His eyes lit up as he raised his camera. "Perfect chance for me to learn some new tricks."
Seeing the smile on his lips, I grinned back: "You better pay close attention then."
Evening by the waterfront, tourists everywhere.
I clung affectionately to Ryan's arm.
When that familiar curly-haired figure appeared at our meeting spot, I felt the man beside me instantly tense.
"Hey!" I waved enthusiastically.
"You must be Carly, right?"
The girl's smile froze the moment she saw Ryan.
Both of them looked like they'd been hit with a paralysis spell, the air seeming to stop moving.
"What's wrong with you two?" I tilted my head, looking confused. "That expression... do you know each other?"
"NO!" Ryan snapped back to reality, his voice jumping an octave.
"We don't know each other!"
The girl's face went chalk white, fingers gripping her camera strap tightly.
I let go of Ryan's arm and linked arms with Carly: "You're so pretty! Our hair is so similar! Did you curl yours yourself? That's amazing."
"I'm hopeless at it—my boyfriend always does mine. He's gotten really good at it."
I don't know which sentence hit the switch, but the girl's eyes instantly welled up, though she forced herself to speak: "Really? It looks beautiful."
"Are you... ready to start? Let's begin if you are."
Throughout the entire shoot, Ryan's expression grew increasingly stiff.
I was having a blast, constantly pulling Ryan into new poses.
The more affectionate Ryan and I were, the slower Carly's shutter clicks became.
"Are we done?" By the end, her voice was choked up. "I'm... not in great shape today..."
"What's wrong?" I asked with concern.
She glanced frantically at Ryan, who quickly looked away: "Bad breakup... Sorry, I won't charge you today."
"Men are dogs," I patted her shoulder consolingly. "Stick around long enough and they'll always eat shit."
"Thanks for the freebie. I want to post on Instagram tonight—can you send me the photos ASAP?"
The girl nodded frantically.
But Ryan suddenly stepped forward, had Carly open Venmo, and transferred money to her.
"I'm paying you. You earned it."
Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me away forcefully.
I waved back to the girl: "Don't forget the photos!"
Ryan walked incredibly fast, never looking back once.
While I watched his retreating figure with an unrestrained grin.
This show was just getting started.
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