Page 180 of My Ruthless Opponent

She is his best friend. I remind myself.

It’s normal to be close to your friend. Look at you and Archer.I reason with myself.

This jealousy had made me bitter for a moment. This just shows how much my love for Raleigh has consumed me.

I shake my head, stand, and square my shoulders.

“Come on, girls. Let’s party.”

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There is a difference between jealousy and being territorial.

You get jealous of someone when you see they have something you badly want.

And you get territorial when you know that they are yours and you want the world to know it.

I currently fall under the former part. Jealousy.

I am jealous because I am unsure of our future. I am jealous of Summer because I am sure about theirs. They will always remain friends. And that’s great. But what about me?

He said he will be there for me. He said hewantsto be there for me always. But as what? As a friend? As a lover? Or as a life partner?

Just when I thought everything was going well, this happened. We had such a great time today.

Being an overthinker kills the buzz.

Sometimes, I wonder, is my mind jealous of my own happiness? Because whenever I am happy, it seeks out ways to ruin it.

My girls decorated a King Ocean view room with a private lanai for my bachelorette party.

They had Alphabet balloons on one wall of the room that read SHE SAID YES with a giant engagement ring balloon.

On the other wall, the balloons read SAME PENIS FOREVER.

The cake they got me was amazing! The custom cake was a replica of my office. A figurine with short hair dressed in a pantsuit was perched on a chair like a boss lady.

Girls from Raleigh’s team were also present. Everything was perfect but my mind didn’t shut up.

It was constantly torturing me. This time not only by using the jealousy factor. But by also giving me the guilt trip.

How could I enjoy the party when I was lying to them? These girls worked so hard to make me feel special and I was deceiving them.

I decided to stay sober despite them forcing me to drink. I needed to stay in control. I was too emotionally wired up for alcohol.

By the time we called it a night, my bones were screaming for rest and my mind was on the verge of shutting down.

I am finally going to my suite now. With my leather jacket draped over my forearm, I make my way to the door.

Raleigh might be inside, so I don’t bother taking the key out of my shorts pocket. I twist the knob.

It is unlocked as I guessed. I push the door open. “Honey, I am home.” I sing-song as I enter and stop halfway, my steps faltering.

Raleigh was home, all right. He is lounging in the living room. But he isn’t alone.

“Hannah! You are back.” Summer says from the couch.

Chapter Thirty-Two

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