Page 77 of Unbreak Me

"I—I would. Even today!"

A heavy silence fell. Day looked at me with wide eyes, his emotions practically radiating from him. He was shocked—but in a good way, like he couldn’t believe I’d come up with this idea.

"You’ve had a tough life too," I added, "and from what you’ve said, your appearance has been a curse as much as a blessing. I believe Fate has something better in store for you than Ferguson. In fact, I’m sure of it."

Jared looked stunned, almost comically so, blinking rapidly and swallowing nervously.

"Day and I thought this was all a fairytale, a scam, when this guy told us he has a gift. And… yet!"

Something flickered in Jared’s eyes, and he said quietly, "What’s his name?"

"Storm Nolan. He works for a matchmaking agency called Fate’s Choice."

"He doesn’t know me. I’m just supposed to walk up to him?"

I pulled out my phone, searching for Storm’s contact. I called him, and after a few rings, he picked up. He sounded slightly out of breath, and I thought I heard another quick breath in the background, but I didn’t dwell on it—pretty sure I could guess what I’d interrupted. I put him on speaker.

"Good news!" I said. "We confirmed our True Mate status today. The electrical sparks were enough to light up the whole house!"

"Ha! Congratulations! That’s incredible news first thing in the morning! I’m so happy to add your case to my list of successful pairings—"

"There’s more," I continued. "I’m calling about a… unique situation. I’ve got an omega here in a very bad spot. His husband is… a rapist. He needs to get away and find happiness. He’s had a rough past and suffered a lot at the hands of alphas. I wanted to ask if you’d help him find his True Mate. I’m sure he’d compensate you for your time."

Jared nodded firmly, his expression resolute.

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

"Hmm… I’ve never taken on a client outside Fate’s Choice before."

"Maybe you could make an exception, just this once? He’s really in a tough situation."

Another moment of silence. Jared and Day stared at the phone like it held their salvation.

"I see…" Nolan sighed. "Alright. Send me his photo, and I’ll check what I can do. But I need you to know, my process is unconventional. I don’t directly match people; I kind of sense things and nudge Fate into doing its magic."

"Even so, it’d mean the world if you gave this a shot. Hang on—I’ll send his photo right now. I think it might spark something for you."

I turned to Jared. "What’s your Instagram? I’ll send it to Storm."

Jared looked a bit dazed but whispered, "JarringMe."

After quickly typing in his handle, I pulled up a few photos showing Jared’s undeniable beauty and sent them to Storm.

There was a moment of silence before Storm muttered, "He looks familiar. A celebrity?"

"Yeah. On top of that, his husband’s case just hit the front page ofEast Times. He desperately needs a way out."

Another pause. "Hmm… I’ll think about it and get back to you. Send me his number. He doesn’t need to pay me; this will be an experiment, after all. I’ve never done it this way before, butI’ll try. My True Mate has been lately amplifying my… well, let’s say powers. We’re like connected circuits. Who knows? It might work."

"Thank you so much for even considering it. Now, I’ll let you get back to whatever… activity I interrupted. I strongly suspect that there’s some redhead who needs your attention, right?"

Storm chuckled awkwardly. "Luckily, it was just after the grand finale."

After the call ended, I looked at Jared intently.

His hands were still shaking, but he wiped his reddened eyes. He was still beautiful, but in a tragic, almost heartbreaking way. I hoped his True Mate, wherever he was, would appreciate him. With any luck, Storm could figure out who the man was and set them on a collision course.

"Th-thank you," Jared whispered, his voice breaking.

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