Page 26 of Broken Clocks
No questions. No apologies. No words about what happened.
He showed up, I opened the door, and we fell back into each other like nothing broke—
Because technically, we’d been cracked from the start.
But this time, I wasn’t in love.
I kept fucking with him because it felt like a win.
Because he paid my rent while she posted baby bump updates alone.
Because he wore the cologne I liked and she hated it.
Every night he spent in my bed instead of hers, felt like checkmate.
I didn’t want him back—
I just didn’t want her to have him and they be happy.
It was petty.
It was toxic.
But it made me feel powerful...
Until their wedding day.
Because despite everything—
He married her anyway.
Because he chose her.
Chapter nine- Eshe
Present day.
Applause snapped me out of the trance.
I blinked, just in time to see his lips press against hers.
Soft. Deliberate. Final.
My knees buckled. Not enough to fall, just enough to feel the threat of it—like my own body wanted to collapse under the weight of what I’d lost.
I didn’t. I couldn’t.
I dug my nails into my palm until the sting grounded me. Until the heat in my chest became sharper than the ache in my throat.
Sinica’s fingers laced through his like she’d won him fair and square. Not stolen. Not cheated.Earnedhim. The lace of her veil fluttered as she practically skipped down the aisle, tugging him behind her like a prize.
And then—
He looked back.
Right at me.
Of coursehe did.
