Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 21

Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 21

I read his words and felt nothing.

Only a delayed, hollow sense of absurdity.

I had done those things for three years.

In all that time, he had never once thanked me. He had never even truly looked at me.

And now that he had finally married the woman he’d always wanted, he was starting to miss me?

I replied with three words.

“Get a grip.”

Then I muted his contact.

But that didn’t stop him.

In the third month after the divorce, Lauren called me, her voice buzzing with excitement.

“Marceline, guess who I just saw?”

“Who?”

“Briar. He was standing outside your old house, all by himself, just smoking by his car for what looked like ages.”

I frowned.

“How did you even recognize him? You barely know him.”

“Please. I saw him at your wedding. A face like that? You only need one look to remember it.”

“But seriously, he looks terrible. He’s lost a lot of weight. He’s a completely different person.”

“Do you think he regrets it?”

“What does that have to do with me?”

“If he regrets it, that’s between him and Chloe.”

“But—”

“Okay, enough about him. Have you had dinner yet?”

I managed to steer Lauren onto another topic.

But after we hung up, I couldn’t help but wonder.

Why would Briar go back to that house?

Hadn’t he and Chloe moved into a new home together?

I didn’t dwell on it for long. I had more important things to think about.

But Briar clearly had no intention of letting me live in peace.