She Posted Him, I Posted My Worth - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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I shook my head with a laugh as I typed into the group chat: [You two are practically attached at the hip. Just get married already.]
The chat erupted instantly—question marks, exclamation points, chaos.
Ethan and Lily both went radio silent.
A minute later, my phone buzzed with a private message from Ethan, his tone sharp. [Emma, what's your problem? Stirring drama in the group isn't helping.]
[Relax. I meant it as a compliment.] I replied casually before tossing my phone aside and going back to unpacking.
No more notifications.
He probably assumed I was throwing another tantrum—that I'd come crawling back within 48 hours like always.
But for the first time, I felt… nothing.
My legs still needed another week of recovery before I could ditch the wheelchair. To pass the time, I buried myself in psychology books, rediscovering an old passion.
There was a time when I couldn't function without Ethan—constantly checking my phone, craving his attention. Even a single "Hey" used to send my heart racing.
Now? Silence was peaceful. I read, binge-watched shows, played with the neighbor's pets.
Ethan texted a few times, his tone softer, asking me to "calm down" and even probing about where I was staying.
I shot back: [Not your concern.]
He called. I ignored.
Then his mom rang.
"Emma, sweetheart, why did you move out? Even if you and Ethan had a fight, this is reckless! What if you get scammed?" Her voice was tight with worry. "I booked us a table tonight. Let's talk, okay?"
"Fine."
Might as well set the record straight before they painted me as the unreasonable ex.
That evening, I arrived at the restaurant.
Just outside the private room, I caught Ethan's mom's hushed complaint: "Ethan, you've put up with so much. Honestly, you've spoiled Emma rotten. Lily says she's run away before—this is just another tantrum."
I froze, then smirked.
Like mother, like son.
So I'm the spoiled one? I thought bitterly. Because I refuse to let Ethan walk all over me, I'm the problem?
Pathetic.
"Emma's just too sensitive," Lily chimed in.
"If Lily hadn't gone abroad, you two would've been together years ago," Ethan's mom added. "Emma never would've stood a chance."
A cold wave crashed over me.
So the rumors were true.
I'd heard whispers before—hints from Ethan's old friends that he'd always loved Lily. He'd shut them down fast, calling it gossip.
Turns out, I was just the placeholder.
No wonder he never defended me.
Even now, as I was walking away, I was the villain.
His heart had always been hers.
"Miss? Your table's ready."
The waiter's voice snapped me back. I took a deep breath and followed him inside.
The seating arrangement said it all—Ethan, Lily, and his mom huddled together like the perfect little family. Me? The unwanted third wheel.
"Emma! There you are!" Ethan's mom forced a smile, tension flickering behind her eyes.
"How's your leg?" Ethan finally looked at me.
Before I could answer, Lily cut in with a sigh. "Emma's probably healing fast. Unlike me—my anxiety, my weak immune system…"
"Don't worry, we'll take care of you," Ethan said, squeezing her hand like I wasn't even there.
Did he think showing up meant I'd roll over? That I'd watch them play house and just… accept it?
No jealousy. No anger. Just disgust.
"Lily, honey, we've got you," Ethan's mom cooed before turning to me with that plastic smile. "Right, Emma?"
The chat erupted instantly—question marks, exclamation points, chaos.
Ethan and Lily both went radio silent.
A minute later, my phone buzzed with a private message from Ethan, his tone sharp. [Emma, what's your problem? Stirring drama in the group isn't helping.]
[Relax. I meant it as a compliment.] I replied casually before tossing my phone aside and going back to unpacking.
No more notifications.
He probably assumed I was throwing another tantrum—that I'd come crawling back within 48 hours like always.
But for the first time, I felt… nothing.
My legs still needed another week of recovery before I could ditch the wheelchair. To pass the time, I buried myself in psychology books, rediscovering an old passion.
There was a time when I couldn't function without Ethan—constantly checking my phone, craving his attention. Even a single "Hey" used to send my heart racing.
Now? Silence was peaceful. I read, binge-watched shows, played with the neighbor's pets.
Ethan texted a few times, his tone softer, asking me to "calm down" and even probing about where I was staying.
I shot back: [Not your concern.]
He called. I ignored.
Then his mom rang.
"Emma, sweetheart, why did you move out? Even if you and Ethan had a fight, this is reckless! What if you get scammed?" Her voice was tight with worry. "I booked us a table tonight. Let's talk, okay?"
"Fine."
Might as well set the record straight before they painted me as the unreasonable ex.
That evening, I arrived at the restaurant.
Just outside the private room, I caught Ethan's mom's hushed complaint: "Ethan, you've put up with so much. Honestly, you've spoiled Emma rotten. Lily says she's run away before—this is just another tantrum."
I froze, then smirked.
Like mother, like son.
So I'm the spoiled one? I thought bitterly. Because I refuse to let Ethan walk all over me, I'm the problem?
Pathetic.
"Emma's just too sensitive," Lily chimed in.
"If Lily hadn't gone abroad, you two would've been together years ago," Ethan's mom added. "Emma never would've stood a chance."
A cold wave crashed over me.
So the rumors were true.
I'd heard whispers before—hints from Ethan's old friends that he'd always loved Lily. He'd shut them down fast, calling it gossip.
Turns out, I was just the placeholder.
No wonder he never defended me.
Even now, as I was walking away, I was the villain.
His heart had always been hers.
"Miss? Your table's ready."
The waiter's voice snapped me back. I took a deep breath and followed him inside.
The seating arrangement said it all—Ethan, Lily, and his mom huddled together like the perfect little family. Me? The unwanted third wheel.
"Emma! There you are!" Ethan's mom forced a smile, tension flickering behind her eyes.
"How's your leg?" Ethan finally looked at me.
Before I could answer, Lily cut in with a sigh. "Emma's probably healing fast. Unlike me—my anxiety, my weak immune system…"
"Don't worry, we'll take care of you," Ethan said, squeezing her hand like I wasn't even there.
Did he think showing up meant I'd roll over? That I'd watch them play house and just… accept it?
No jealousy. No anger. Just disgust.
"Lily, honey, we've got you," Ethan's mom cooed before turning to me with that plastic smile. "Right, Emma?"
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