Posted Their Texts, Blocked His Number, Bye - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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"All you care about is money, isn't it? Well guess what? I've got money now. I can have more than that bastard ever could!"
The irony was almost laughable.
"You told me to get an abortion alone while you took that girl on vacation—what did our nine years together even mean to you?"
Harvey stood frozen, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
Leigh started to say something, but I didn't let her finish—my palm connected with her cheek in a sharp crack.
"Have you no shame?" My voice could've frozen hell over.
Her face went white as milk, tears flooding down, and Harvey's grip on my hand went slack.
"Berenice, she's like family..." he mumbled, each word weaker than the last.
I couldn't stand to look at him another second.
Thank God Torin's voice cut through the tension, calling my name from across the room. Relief washed over me like warm water as I turned toward him.
"You know him?" Torin asked.
"You do too?" I blinked in surprise.
"Only by reputation—the Robsons' prodigal son. They just brought him back last week."
With the wedding days away, I still needed to finish shopping. Despite his packed schedule, Torin insisted on joining me. We barely knew each other well enough for me to give directions, but I gave in.
Passing a boutique jewelry store, an eager clerk practically dragged me inside. The cozy, candlelit atmosphere wrapped around me like a hug. My eyes landed on one particular ring in the glass case—
Torin moved to buy it before I could stop him.
My stomach dropped. I turned to leave when—
"Babe!"
The shop erupted in cheers. Harvey stood there holding the exact ring I'd been staring at, looking like a nervous schoolboy.
"Remember this?"
How could I forget?
Year one of our three-year disaster. He'd designed it for me—a modest sapphire with our initials inside. Not flashy, but it made my pulse race back then. For reasons I'd rather forget, it never got made.
Now here he was, reaching for my hand while the clerks' chanting grew louder: "Get back together! Get back together!"
Everyone except Torin was joining in. The noise choked me. I shoved Harvey hard—the ring went flying, landing with perfect precision in the trash can.
The silence was thicker than fog.
"Have some dignity, Mr. Robson," I said, my voice arctic.
Harvey looked like I'd stabbed him.
"Babe, this is what you wanted, right? We can get married today! Have forever together!"
Too damn late.
If he'd proposed before I walked in on him and Leigh, before I lost our third baby... I might've cried happy tears and slid that ring on my finger.
Now Harvey looked like a man waking from a nightmare.
"You don't like this one? I'll redesign it! You can have a dozen!" He babbled, "I get it—you're jealous of Leigh, but she's just—"
"Harvey." I cut him off like a guillotine. "We're done."
I grabbed Torin's hand—his grip was instant and sure. Harvey lunged but I sidestepped him. Behind us, chaos erupted.
I didn't look back, but the sounds told the story—Harvey desperately digging through garbage for that stupid ring.
What I didn't expect? Leigh showing up at my doorstep later.
The staff blocked her at the door. Gone was her fake fragility—now she looked genuinely unraveled, pale as death.
"Berenice, please!" she begged, "Don't let Harvey leave me!"
I checked my watch—ten minutes until my next meeting.
"He's nothing to me," I said, final as a judge's gavel.
That broke her.
She exploded like a shattered vase—thrashing, screaming, eyes wild with fury.
The irony was almost laughable.
"You told me to get an abortion alone while you took that girl on vacation—what did our nine years together even mean to you?"
Harvey stood frozen, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
Leigh started to say something, but I didn't let her finish—my palm connected with her cheek in a sharp crack.
"Have you no shame?" My voice could've frozen hell over.
Her face went white as milk, tears flooding down, and Harvey's grip on my hand went slack.
"Berenice, she's like family..." he mumbled, each word weaker than the last.
I couldn't stand to look at him another second.
Thank God Torin's voice cut through the tension, calling my name from across the room. Relief washed over me like warm water as I turned toward him.
"You know him?" Torin asked.
"You do too?" I blinked in surprise.
"Only by reputation—the Robsons' prodigal son. They just brought him back last week."
With the wedding days away, I still needed to finish shopping. Despite his packed schedule, Torin insisted on joining me. We barely knew each other well enough for me to give directions, but I gave in.
Passing a boutique jewelry store, an eager clerk practically dragged me inside. The cozy, candlelit atmosphere wrapped around me like a hug. My eyes landed on one particular ring in the glass case—
Torin moved to buy it before I could stop him.
My stomach dropped. I turned to leave when—
"Babe!"
The shop erupted in cheers. Harvey stood there holding the exact ring I'd been staring at, looking like a nervous schoolboy.
"Remember this?"
How could I forget?
Year one of our three-year disaster. He'd designed it for me—a modest sapphire with our initials inside. Not flashy, but it made my pulse race back then. For reasons I'd rather forget, it never got made.
Now here he was, reaching for my hand while the clerks' chanting grew louder: "Get back together! Get back together!"
Everyone except Torin was joining in. The noise choked me. I shoved Harvey hard—the ring went flying, landing with perfect precision in the trash can.
The silence was thicker than fog.
"Have some dignity, Mr. Robson," I said, my voice arctic.
Harvey looked like I'd stabbed him.
"Babe, this is what you wanted, right? We can get married today! Have forever together!"
Too damn late.
If he'd proposed before I walked in on him and Leigh, before I lost our third baby... I might've cried happy tears and slid that ring on my finger.
Now Harvey looked like a man waking from a nightmare.
"You don't like this one? I'll redesign it! You can have a dozen!" He babbled, "I get it—you're jealous of Leigh, but she's just—"
"Harvey." I cut him off like a guillotine. "We're done."
I grabbed Torin's hand—his grip was instant and sure. Harvey lunged but I sidestepped him. Behind us, chaos erupted.
I didn't look back, but the sounds told the story—Harvey desperately digging through garbage for that stupid ring.
What I didn't expect? Leigh showing up at my doorstep later.
The staff blocked her at the door. Gone was her fake fragility—now she looked genuinely unraveled, pale as death.
"Berenice, please!" she begged, "Don't let Harvey leave me!"
I checked my watch—ten minutes until my next meeting.
"He's nothing to me," I said, final as a judge's gavel.
That broke her.
She exploded like a shattered vase—thrashing, screaming, eyes wild with fury.
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