Plot Twist, I Was Just Her Wallet - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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Jack showed up unannounced, swinging a bag identical to mine—the one Celine had given me.
He strutted in like a peacock flaunting its feathers, deliberately placing it where I couldn't miss it, as if it were some trophy proving his place in Celine's heart. After taking a slow sip of coffee, he eyed me with a smirk. "Alex, let's be real—what do you even have besides your family name? You should consider yourself lucky Celine wasted this much time on you."
There it was. No more pretending.
Celine's betrayal stung, but Jack's? That cut deeper.
Back in school, when those kids had me cornered, everyone else just watched. Only Jack stepped in. He threw punches, took a few hits himself, and afterward, hauled me up from where I'd been crouching. Grinning, he thumped his chest and said, "That's it. You're under my protection now. Anyone messes with you, they answer to me."
For the first time, I knew what real friendship felt like.
We'd been inseparable ever since—hardly ever fought.
And now this.
I met his gaze, too exhausted for questions. "We're done talking."
My calmness only pissed him off more. "Cut the act, Alex," he snapped. "If you're walking away, then walk. But guess what? She still says your name when she's with me."
"I don't care," I said flatly.
His face darkened.
I took a sip of coffee. "Just answer me one thing. That night you called me, pretending to be wasted—was this your plan all along?"
No hesitation. "Yeah. I was sick of playing second fiddle. I deserve to be with her openly."
I raised my cup in a bitter toast. "Congrats on the upgrade." Then I grabbed my bag and left.
Outside, I tossed Celine's gift into the nearest trash can.
Two steps later, I nearly collided with her.
Celine scanned the area, relieved when she didn't spot Jack. "Did he—did he cause trouble?"
I scoffed. "Control your boyfriend."
"He's not—we're nothing now," she blurted.
I didn't care enough to respond, brushing past her.
But she caught my arm, searching my face. "Alex, if I cut things off with him completely… can we start over?"
I shook free. "How many times? I'm done."
"You don't mean that," she shot back. "After all this time, you can't just—"
I rolled my eyes. Where did she get this delusion?
As I turned to leave, she blocked me again. "I've changed, Alex. I can't lose y—"
SLAP.
Celine stumbled back, hitting the pavement.
Emma stood there, fury in her eyes.
Celine scrambled up, glaring. "You?! What the hell is going on with you two?"
I laced my fingers through Emma's. "Not your business."
Celine's jaw dropped.
At dinner, Emma excused herself to the restroom. She came back with flowers, pressing them into my hands with a playful grin. "So, Alex… what are we?"
The scent was sweet—nothing like the perfunctory weekly bouquets Celine used to have delivered.
Emma's eyes held no games, no calculations. Just me.
I smiled. "Let's find out together."
He strutted in like a peacock flaunting its feathers, deliberately placing it where I couldn't miss it, as if it were some trophy proving his place in Celine's heart. After taking a slow sip of coffee, he eyed me with a smirk. "Alex, let's be real—what do you even have besides your family name? You should consider yourself lucky Celine wasted this much time on you."
There it was. No more pretending.
Celine's betrayal stung, but Jack's? That cut deeper.
Back in school, when those kids had me cornered, everyone else just watched. Only Jack stepped in. He threw punches, took a few hits himself, and afterward, hauled me up from where I'd been crouching. Grinning, he thumped his chest and said, "That's it. You're under my protection now. Anyone messes with you, they answer to me."
For the first time, I knew what real friendship felt like.
We'd been inseparable ever since—hardly ever fought.
And now this.
I met his gaze, too exhausted for questions. "We're done talking."
My calmness only pissed him off more. "Cut the act, Alex," he snapped. "If you're walking away, then walk. But guess what? She still says your name when she's with me."
"I don't care," I said flatly.
His face darkened.
I took a sip of coffee. "Just answer me one thing. That night you called me, pretending to be wasted—was this your plan all along?"
No hesitation. "Yeah. I was sick of playing second fiddle. I deserve to be with her openly."
I raised my cup in a bitter toast. "Congrats on the upgrade." Then I grabbed my bag and left.
Outside, I tossed Celine's gift into the nearest trash can.
Two steps later, I nearly collided with her.
Celine scanned the area, relieved when she didn't spot Jack. "Did he—did he cause trouble?"
I scoffed. "Control your boyfriend."
"He's not—we're nothing now," she blurted.
I didn't care enough to respond, brushing past her.
But she caught my arm, searching my face. "Alex, if I cut things off with him completely… can we start over?"
I shook free. "How many times? I'm done."
"You don't mean that," she shot back. "After all this time, you can't just—"
I rolled my eyes. Where did she get this delusion?
As I turned to leave, she blocked me again. "I've changed, Alex. I can't lose y—"
SLAP.
Celine stumbled back, hitting the pavement.
Emma stood there, fury in her eyes.
Celine scrambled up, glaring. "You?! What the hell is going on with you two?"
I laced my fingers through Emma's. "Not your business."
Celine's jaw dropped.
At dinner, Emma excused herself to the restroom. She came back with flowers, pressing them into my hands with a playful grin. "So, Alex… what are we?"
The scent was sweet—nothing like the perfunctory weekly bouquets Celine used to have delivered.
Emma's eyes held no games, no calculations. Just me.
I smiled. "Let's find out together."
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