Chapter 14
Mary hit me with the news the next morning–she’d taken care of all the paperwork. That was when it sank in: she was supposed to be gone by now.
“Ada” she said, her voice gentle but firm, “I wanted to give you a heads–up sooner, but I didn’t want to screw with your recovery.
“I went back and forth about Toro, you know? That’s why I got everything squared away–just in case you couldn’t handle him.”
Her son had been on her case to move to Kasenland for ages, but she kept stressing about me and Toto.
To get her out the door, her family dropped a small fortune.
I tried to slip her some cash, but she just shook her head, giving me that look, “Kid, I know you’re barely getting by Whole neighborhood knows who’s flat broke. That’d be you.
My face burned. My broke–ass existence was no secret around here everyone had my number. Jude bringing women home? Yeah, that was old
DCWS 100.
To them, I was just a sad, sorry case, someone to chuck their tongues at I never bothered hiding it, but I wasn’t about to broadcast my misery either.
Probably only Jude thought he was some kind of here, tossing me scraps most people couldn’t even dream of
At the airport, I stood frozen, staring at planes carving up the sky, I didn’t know where Toto was, but I told myself he’d be fine. He’d have a good life, a long one.
When I got back to the apartment, it felt like walking into a tomb. No warmth, no nothing. Summer my ass–this place was colder than a meal locker.
The doctor’s voice i
e nagged at me; eat better, pop your pil get ready for chemo
I dragged myself to the kitchen and threw together some noodles, but they tasted like straight–up trash. I shoved the cup across the table, leaving it
To fester.
In my room, I collapsed onto the bed, eyes tracing cracks in the ceiling. Work started tomorrow, I thought, grasping at straws. Maybe that would fill this hollowed–out void. At some point, I drified off
Then Jude–smelling like a distillery–crashed onto me, yanking me awake
“Baby, what‘ You didn’t wait up” he slurred, face mashed into my shoulder, whining like I’d stolen his favorite toy
I pushed against him, my wound screaming under his bulk, but he was a goddamo brick wall
“Christ, babe, you’re all bones now. You starving yourself or what? he mumbled, totally clueless. “Saw those noodles you left out. Hell yeah, I demolished them. Tasted like heaven.”
He kept yammering, drunk off his ass. “Got you cheese tarts, milkshake, the good shit. Come on, get up, eat something, Gotta pat some meat back on you.”
He yanked at my arm, and 1 sacked in a b
a breath as pain ripped through me. He stumbled to the door, grabbed a crumpled bag, and wobbled back.
The second I saw the logo, my chest tightened, tears spilling before I could stop them.
It was from that place by our old school, the one we’d line up for like suckers. Never even tasted good–just dirt cheap.
Back then. I’d always pick the cheapest thing to save him a couple backs,
He fumbled with the milkshake, cursing under his breath as he jammed the straw in, then held it to my lips like I was too weak to do it myself.
I took a sip. Goddamn, it was disgusting–pure chemical sludge.
But I smiled. A real strife, the kind that clawed its way up from somewhere deep and left me row.
He set the milkshake down on the uble, his fingers grazing my cheeks, wiping away tears with a gentleness that felt like it might unravel me completely
“Drmk my milkshake, babe, and you’re mine. No more divorce crap, got it?” His voice carried a teasing lili, but there was a sharp undercurrem, like he was daring me to argue.
He added, “Walk out da me! Who’s gonna hook you up with cheese tans? Who’s gonna grab your precious milkshake, you goof?”
I froze, staring at him, my thoughts a tangled mess. Was he hitting the borde hard because I flung the word “divorce” at him back at the station?
His kisses came down like a slow drizzle, tender but insistent, pulling me in. I went from dared to ravenous, meeting his intensity with my own. My
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heart felt too full, like it was brimming with something molten and heavy, something I couldn’t grasp but craved to hold onto
He cased me onto the bed, his hand shipping beneath my shirt, searching with a quiet confidence that sent my pulse into overdrive.
“No, Jude–stop ist” 1 shoved at him, panic crashing through me like a rogue waYE.
I couldn’t let him see the scars etched across my skin. I couldn’t stomach the thought of another sterile hospital room.
He pulled back, his eyes clouded with confusion, then flicked to the pillow beside us His brow furrowed as be plucked a single dog hair, holding in splike evidence, squinting at me,
“Hey, habe,” he said, “you good with allergies now? I toss that damn dog out, and it’s just us. No distractions”
My brain short–circuited. My blood turned to sludge in my veins. Dog allergies! That was not me, you idiot–that was Vivian
The realization hit like a sledgehammer, splintering everything.
He leaned in again, but I pushed him off with every shred of strength I could muster
Crack! My palin stung as it connected with his cheek, the sound slicing through the air like a whip.
His gaze turned to ice, pinning me in place with a coldness that made my stomach Jurch
1 jabbed a trembling Enger toward the door, my breath coming in jagged gasps. “Get the fuck out, you asshole! Go”
He licked his lips, his eyes raking over me like I was something be’d scraped off his shoe. Then he stood, smoothing his shim with a slow, calculated calm that made my skin prickle.
“You think I give a shit about your Wrong fucking girl” His voice was pure acid. “Look at yourself–fucking disgusting”
He grabbed his jacket, shot a glance at the milkshake, and pitched it into the trash like it was garbage.
The door slammed shut with a force that rattled my core, and only then did I let the sobs tear through me, raw and unstoppable.
Jude, you absolute bastard.
The next morning at the office, every sure felt like a spotlight on my wreckage
I hadn’t slept, and the weight I’d lost lately left me looking like a hollowed–out shell
1 knew I was a walking nightmare, but I had to keep moving. Even though I looked like sleath, I was still here, still Eghting
Vivian strutted in mid–briefing, her heels clicking like she was the queen of the world.
“Ada, sweetie,” she purred, Jude–oh, my bad, Mr. Carson–sent me to whip you all into shape
“You! Run us?” I shot her a look sharp enough to cut glass
She flipped her hair, all strong and untouchable. “Uh, yeah. I’m his assistant. I’ve got my hands in everything around here.
“So, quit yapping Bright Group’s people are about to show
“Ada, pull up that old creative pitch you did. I’m calling the shots in the meeting. Her voice dripped with fake sweetness, and it made my blood
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