My Boyfriend Never Really Blocked His Ex Chapter 09

My Boyfriend Never Really Blocked His Ex Chapter 09

Nathan started hounding me nonstop.

When a huge bouquet of champagne roses from him arrived at my office, I signed for it and handed it straight to the front desk.

“The party’s off,” I smiled at the girls at the front desk. “Enjoy the flowers. No wedding vibes attached.”

Walking out of work, I saw him leaning against his car. He was wearing the trench coat I liked so much, his posture straight and deliberate.

I left my own car in the lot and slipped out the back door.

I gave him the complete cold shoulder, radio silence on all fronts.

Our mutual friends set up a group dinner. I couldn’t back out.

I walked in, saw him sitting directly across the table, and walked right back out.

I shot the friend a polite text: Next time, warn me if he’s coming. I won’t.

A few days later, Nathan’s mother showed up at my office.

The same woman who’d always been so stiff with me. Now her eyes were full of regret.

“Lena. I’m here to apologize for my son.” She handed me a paper cup of coffee.

“I didn’t raise him to be this blind. It’s my fault.”

“But he does love you. Please. Give him one more chance.”

Before I could speak, Vanessa stormed in.

She saw me with Nathan’s mom and smirked, assuming Mrs. Holloway was here to yell at the ex.

“Vanessa.”

Mrs. Holloway’s voice turned to ice.

“Stay away from my son. That door is closed to you. Permanently.”

Vanessa’s face collapsed.

“Why?! You’re my godmother! How can you not want me with him?”

“Lena’s the one who humiliated him! Why are you taking her side?!”

Mrs. Holloway laughed, cold and cutting.

“You humiliated him. Him and his lack of boundaries.”

“He made mistakes. And if you come near him again, I’ll have a conversation with your parents about how they raised a daughter with no shame, who can’t take a hint and keeps pestering him!”

I just watched.

It was funny. Everyone else could see the problem so clearly.

On my birthday, a package arrived. A leather journal.

I opened it. It was crammed with handwriting.

Watch the sunrise with Lena at the beach.

Take Lena to Hokkaido for a winter trip.

Go to IKEA to pick out furniture for our place.

Walk through Lena’s old college campus.

Eat at that BBQ joint near her high school.

Every single thing I’d casually mentioned over the last three years.
He’d written them all down.

On the first page, he’d scrawled:

[I remember everything you wanted to do. I want to do them all with you. Please give me one chance.]

I looked at the journal

All those tiny, quiet hopes I’d once treasured like precious gems now felt like hollow echoes.

Too late.

No amount of written promises can patch the hollow he left in my chest.

He posted a public story:

[Nathan Holloway. No future with Vanessa. Ever. Lena is the only one.]

My friends flooded my DMs with screenshots, telling me to reconsider.

But love isn’t a promise you make on a screen.

Love is like a broken mirror. You can glue the pieces back together,
but the cracks will always remain, a constant reminder of how much it
hurt.

I turned off my phone.

I put my hand on my chest.

Only after letting go did I realize my heart was finally mine again—
beating for no one but myself.