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CHAPTER 21

MACY

“Get my lawyer on the phone!” Saundra shouts, to no one in particular after Wood is hauled away in a car. “You!” She points at Zayne. “Did you get that on camera?”

“I livestreamed it. Ten thousand people have already seen it. The likes are blowing up. It’s amazing. Bonkers. Absolutely wild,” he says, not even glancing up from his phone, eyes lit up.

“Good. I want to press charges for assault.”

I had a feeling she was going to say that.

In all the chaos, Walter brings over a first aid kit. I thank him and tell him I’ve got it.

Calmly, I clean up Spencer’s face. I don’t think his nose is broken, but it is starting to swell quite nicely.

“You really are a good nurse, Macy. I don’t think I told you that enough,” Spencer says, reaching for me.

I move my hand out of his reach. He never once told me that. “Thank you.”

“This is a heck of a way to get back together, yeah? I missed you,” he says with a little chuckle, then grimaces.

He’s in pain.

Good.

“We’re not getting back together,” I say, flatly.

“Didn’t you read my letter?”

“No.”

His mouth turns down at the corners. “Well, to summarize—I said it much better in the note, by the way—I think we should get back together. I admit, seeing you here with Wood helped me realize I was too hasty when I let you go. I’m even willing to revisit getting married sooner than later.”

“No. No, absolutely not. I don’t want to get back together. The only thing I want from you is to not press charges against Wood.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because his family has just as much if not more money than yours. It won’t make your face unpunched. All it will do is waste time and make me hate you.”

“Hate me? I know you could never hate me. Now, about getting back together, I’ll forgive and forget everything. I just need you to be reasonable?—”

“I’m being perfectly reasonable. You’re not fucking listening to me.”

Spencer stands up, clenching his jaw. “I see he’s rubbed off on you. You know I don’t like foul language. It’s unbecoming of you. Unladylike and unattractive.”

“You don’t get it. I don’t care what you think anymore, nor do I give a fuck if you find me attractive.”

He still doesn’t get it. I could yell at him until my voice is hoarse and he never will.

I’m not going to waste another second on him.

I’m done.

Staff has made quick work of packing up Wood’s things, already carrying his bags down the stairs as I’m walking up.

In the room, I pack my things as hurriedly as I can. Anxious to get out of here. Anxious to get back to the city. Anxious—just plain anxious.

I have to go back to Wood’s place. I don’t have anywhere else to go, and it’s where all my stuff is.

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