I Said Yes, He Texted Her 'I Still Love You' - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
You are reading I Said Yes, He Texted Her 'I Still Love You', Chapter 7: Chapter 7. Read more chapters of I Said Yes, He Texted Her 'I Still Love You'.
Josh's eyes sparkled with mischief. "If you didn't think it was right, would you have done it?" I studied him for a long moment before a smile finally broke through. "Thanks, Josh."
Over the next month, Matt apparently started haunting my old office, waiting for me—sometimes all day. I only found out through a former coworker's social media post: "This guy is so romantic! And hot! I wish I had someone this obsessed waiting for me." The photo showed Matt standing outside the building in a black trench coat, gazing dramatically at the sky like some tragic hero. I snorted. "Idiot," I muttered.
Josh, sitting beside me, glanced over, curious. "Not you," I clarified. "Him." He just blinked. My cheeks burned, but thankfully, he let it slide.
"Dinner tonight?" he asked casually. "There's a new place that just opened. Wanna try it?"
"Sure," I said, forcing nonchalance. "I'll meet you there." I pressed a hand to my racing heart and looked out the window—just in time to catch a flash of black.
Matt.
Josh followed my gaze.
"Speak of the devil," I said dryly.
Later, Matt and I walked along the river—a place we used to go all the time. The water was the same, but everything else had changed.
"Lily…" His voice was rough. "Ever since you left, there's been this… emptiness. Like something's missing. You know what I mean?"
I kept my eyes on the sky. "Missing what, exactly?"
"I don't know… just… everything. Can we go back to how things were? Waking up to breakfast you made, you fixing my tie before work, coming home to the smell of dinner…" His voice cracked. He turned to me, fingers lightly gripping my sleeve. "Lily, please. I can't live without you."
I almost laughed. "You don't miss me, Matt. You miss having a maid." My gaze turned icy. "What, were you planning on bringing me along on your honeymoon with Nina? Am I part of your little love triangle now?"
He froze, his hand dropping. "It's not like that… it wasn't supposed to be." He looked lost. "I love you, Lily. I was just trying to help Nina. We didn't… nothing happened. Why…? Why are we doing this?"
I stared at him—this broken, pathetic man—and felt the last shred of affection evaporate.
"What about the cat?" I asked quietly, eyes locked on the embroidered kitten on his sweater. "Since when do you like cats?"
Silence. The wind tangled his hair, making him look even more disheveled. Finally, he spoke, voice low. "Lily, that was before… besides that, there was nothing. I swear."
Funny how desperate people forget what they've already confessed to.
I held up my phone—the picture of the trash can.
He went pale, stared at it, then turned and walked away without another word.
He never contacted me again.
Over the next month, Matt apparently started haunting my old office, waiting for me—sometimes all day. I only found out through a former coworker's social media post: "This guy is so romantic! And hot! I wish I had someone this obsessed waiting for me." The photo showed Matt standing outside the building in a black trench coat, gazing dramatically at the sky like some tragic hero. I snorted. "Idiot," I muttered.
Josh, sitting beside me, glanced over, curious. "Not you," I clarified. "Him." He just blinked. My cheeks burned, but thankfully, he let it slide.
"Dinner tonight?" he asked casually. "There's a new place that just opened. Wanna try it?"
"Sure," I said, forcing nonchalance. "I'll meet you there." I pressed a hand to my racing heart and looked out the window—just in time to catch a flash of black.
Matt.
Josh followed my gaze.
"Speak of the devil," I said dryly.
Later, Matt and I walked along the river—a place we used to go all the time. The water was the same, but everything else had changed.
"Lily…" His voice was rough. "Ever since you left, there's been this… emptiness. Like something's missing. You know what I mean?"
I kept my eyes on the sky. "Missing what, exactly?"
"I don't know… just… everything. Can we go back to how things were? Waking up to breakfast you made, you fixing my tie before work, coming home to the smell of dinner…" His voice cracked. He turned to me, fingers lightly gripping my sleeve. "Lily, please. I can't live without you."
I almost laughed. "You don't miss me, Matt. You miss having a maid." My gaze turned icy. "What, were you planning on bringing me along on your honeymoon with Nina? Am I part of your little love triangle now?"
He froze, his hand dropping. "It's not like that… it wasn't supposed to be." He looked lost. "I love you, Lily. I was just trying to help Nina. We didn't… nothing happened. Why…? Why are we doing this?"
I stared at him—this broken, pathetic man—and felt the last shred of affection evaporate.
"What about the cat?" I asked quietly, eyes locked on the embroidered kitten on his sweater. "Since when do you like cats?"
Silence. The wind tangled his hair, making him look even more disheveled. Finally, he spoke, voice low. "Lily, that was before… besides that, there was nothing. I swear."
Funny how desperate people forget what they've already confessed to.
I held up my phone—the picture of the trash can.
He went pale, stared at it, then turned and walked away without another word.
He never contacted me again.
End of I Said Yes, He Texted Her 'I Still Love You' Chapter 7. Continue reading Chapter 8 or return to I Said Yes, He Texted Her 'I Still Love You' book page.