Congrats, ‘Daddy’! Just Kidding—My BFF Stole You, I Got the Abortion Chapter 07

Congrats, ‘Daddy’! Just Kidding—My BFF Stole You, I Got the Abortion Chapter 07

long after. I got a letter.

here he went through everything future “him” had said. Point by point. Used proof to fix it:

e was supposed to say S&H. Joelle used his account at the jewelry store, had them change it without telling him. He never planned to give it to anyone e

io money came from him. But Joelle was already stealing designs before that. Just used his name to hide it.

surgery–Joelle called the hospital, pretended to be him, canceled the doctors. He didn’t know.

of the letter: “That future me took all the blame because he wanted you to hate me. Wanted you to leave for good.”

on’t know why I’d do that either.”

after, he got a letter back.

me.
didn’t need to tell me. I found out myself.”

en if I could choose again, I’d still leave.”

stared at that letter for a long time.

eally had found out myself.

..those chat records with future Holden on my phone–I cross–checked them one by one with real evidence.

lawyer helped me pull the jeweler’s amendment records, Joelle’s shell company registration timeline, the specialist team cancellation order from that spital.

Every single one pointed to the same conclusion: Future him was lying.

He made himself sound worse than he actually was.

Took all of Joelle’s crimes onto himself.

Only one purpose: make me hate him completely, leave completely.

Another month passed.

One morning I opened the studio door. There was a bouquet of white daisies on the doorstep.

No card, no name.

I brought the flowers inside, put them on the windowsill.

opened for business like nothing happened.

I knew who sent them.

But all my contact with him went through the lawyer.

Copyright return documents needed supplementary signatures, Dad’s surgery reimbursement needed trust fund coordination.

Just business.

Life in that little town moved slow. Slow enough for me to start putting back together everything that broke.

He backed way off after that.

Stopped showing up across the street. Stopped with the flowers.

Every now and then he’d handle something through his lawyer. Sometimes he’d add a note to the trust paperwork.

One time he wrote: “That manhole cover by your studio? It’s loose. Be careful when it rains.”

One day this little plant showed up on my windowsill.

He’d left it there.

Tiny thing just starting to grow. Leaves so small you could see right through them.

I stood alone on my balcony, watching the distant fireworks.

The small town’s fireworks weren’t as grand as the city’s, but in the quiet night sky they were especially clear.

Made me think back to a year ago-

Fireworks everywhere, him on one knee, I thought that was the happiest moment in the world.

Now I looked at my hand.

Nothing on my ring finger.

Actually? Not bad.