Posted Their Texts, Blocked His Number, Bye - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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"Berenice! What the hell did you post? Delete it—now!" His voice was sharp, crackling with barely contained rage. "Where are you? Get back here and apologize to Leigh!"
I didn't even dignify that with a response. Just powered off my phone and let out a bitter laugh.
Funny how he suddenly had time to blow up my phone. Back then? Radio silence.
I used to tell myself he was just busy. Too wrapped up in his own world to reply.
Turns out, he'd seen every message. I just wasn't worth the effort.
My mom—who I hadn't seen in years—showed up to get me.
She was still stunning, draped in a deep red dress, though time had etched faint lines around her eyes. Without a word, she pulled me into a crushing hug. "Oh, sweetie," she murmured, her voice thick. "You've been through hell."
Even after she left all those years ago, we'd stayed in touch. She knew everything about Harvey—had warned me for months that he'd wreck me if I let him.
I hadn't listened then.
But I was listening now.
As we drove, she filled me in on everything I'd missed at home. Most of it wasn't news, but I hung on every word anyway.
The second my phone flickered back to life, it exploded—notifications flooding in like a dam had burst.
I silenced it without a second glance.
"Spam calls," I lied when Mom shot me a questioning look.
She didn't press. Just nodded like she understood.
With the wedding looming, chaos was the default. Mom dragged me along for dress fittings, and when I finally faced the mirror, the reflection felt foreign.
Mom swiped at a tear. "Don't worry," she whispered. "Torin's a good man."
I shrugged. After everything, a stranger's affection barely registered.
Then Torin actually showed up.
Seeing him in person—not just in carefully curated photos—threw me. He studied me for a beat before smiling. "You look beautiful."
The ice in his demeanor thawed, just a little.
"Thanks," I mumbled, suddenly hyper-aware of the dress clinging to me.
Mom, ever the peacekeeper, jumped in. "Since you're here, Torin—let's get a photo!"
He glanced at me for permission. I nodded.
Mom, practically vibrating with excitement, snapped the shot. Instagram was her happy place, and within minutes, she'd posted it with the caption: My gorgeous girl!
I didn't expect it to go viral.
But suddenly, hashtags were trending. Mom bombarded me with screenshots—floods of comments cheering me on.
Let that bastard see this! He never deserved you!
Truth? I was past caring.
If he never loved me, how could his betrayal still sting?
Then my phone lit up.
I'd blocked him everywhere—except the backup account he somehow found.
A single message. Our photo.
And then—his call.
I didn't even dignify that with a response. Just powered off my phone and let out a bitter laugh.
Funny how he suddenly had time to blow up my phone. Back then? Radio silence.
I used to tell myself he was just busy. Too wrapped up in his own world to reply.
Turns out, he'd seen every message. I just wasn't worth the effort.
My mom—who I hadn't seen in years—showed up to get me.
She was still stunning, draped in a deep red dress, though time had etched faint lines around her eyes. Without a word, she pulled me into a crushing hug. "Oh, sweetie," she murmured, her voice thick. "You've been through hell."
Even after she left all those years ago, we'd stayed in touch. She knew everything about Harvey—had warned me for months that he'd wreck me if I let him.
I hadn't listened then.
But I was listening now.
As we drove, she filled me in on everything I'd missed at home. Most of it wasn't news, but I hung on every word anyway.
The second my phone flickered back to life, it exploded—notifications flooding in like a dam had burst.
I silenced it without a second glance.
"Spam calls," I lied when Mom shot me a questioning look.
She didn't press. Just nodded like she understood.
With the wedding looming, chaos was the default. Mom dragged me along for dress fittings, and when I finally faced the mirror, the reflection felt foreign.
Mom swiped at a tear. "Don't worry," she whispered. "Torin's a good man."
I shrugged. After everything, a stranger's affection barely registered.
Then Torin actually showed up.
Seeing him in person—not just in carefully curated photos—threw me. He studied me for a beat before smiling. "You look beautiful."
The ice in his demeanor thawed, just a little.
"Thanks," I mumbled, suddenly hyper-aware of the dress clinging to me.
Mom, ever the peacekeeper, jumped in. "Since you're here, Torin—let's get a photo!"
He glanced at me for permission. I nodded.
Mom, practically vibrating with excitement, snapped the shot. Instagram was her happy place, and within minutes, she'd posted it with the caption: My gorgeous girl!
I didn't expect it to go viral.
But suddenly, hashtags were trending. Mom bombarded me with screenshots—floods of comments cheering me on.
Let that bastard see this! He never deserved you!
Truth? I was past caring.
If he never loved me, how could his betrayal still sting?
Then my phone lit up.
I'd blocked him everywhere—except the backup account he somehow found.
A single message. Our photo.
And then—his call.
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