Boyfriend says I’m too much—Someone else’s turn Chapter 21

Boyfriend says I’m too much—Someone else’s turn Chapter 21

why should I care at all? Adler’s psychology says life is about separating your own tasks from others.”

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“It is very important.”

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The year drew to a close.

Lights lit up the streets, bright and dense like scattered stars.

There was supposed to be

fireworks show not far from our street.

By the time we reached my front door, bursts of color were already blooming across the distant sky.

I never allowed him to touch me and he never tried again.

He simply lifted his chin slightly, signaling me to open my palm.

A small necklace dangled in the air.

Heart–shaped. A matching pair, probably.

It was the necklace I had once thrown into the campus lake–now returned to my hands.

Colorful light reflected faintly across his face. Fireworks and distant noise filled the night.

*Roselyn, the necklace wasn’t lost.”

*Can that tarot reader’s words… be disregarded?”

I looked at him.

Then I took the necklace.

And with a sudden motion. I threw it into the night sky again.

It disappeared into the darkness–gone for good.

“No.”

“Happy New Year, Asher.”

He nodded, stood beside me, and exhaled slowly.

White breath dissolved into the cold air, mixing with the sound of distant fireworks.

And beneath all that light and noise, his reddened eyes still couldn’t be hidden.

On the night of her wedding, Cierra Boyle was sent abroad by her husband. Three years later, Cierra returned but was chased out by a divorce agreement and a letter of breaking off. Everyone was waiting to see Cierra make a fool of herself. They predicted that she would not be able to endure a poor life and would turn back and beg the Boyle family to take her in. Then, she would shamelessly pester Draven Trevino. But later….