Yes 8

 

Chapter 8 

Chapter 8 

11 288 Vouchers 

After we got back from my parents’ place, Dewayne stayed quiet and low-spirited for days. 

He still acted like nothing mattered, but every now and then, I caught flashes of hurt in his eyes. 

After his shower, he flopped onto the couch like always. I stepped in front of him. 

“Dewayne, let’s talk.” 

He looked surprised, but scooted over and patted the seat. 

“What’s up with you lately? Spare me the cover-up. I can tell. Ever since you punched Sebastian, you’ve been off.” 

He opened his mouth, then stopped, eyes on mine, dead serious. 

“Can you tell that I love you?” 

I froze. That was the last thing I saw coming. 

“I fell for you at that party seven years ago. Marrying you was never about some business deal. It was the day I had been waiting for.” 

Seven years ago? 

I kind of remembered that night, not because I had a great memory, but because after it, Sebastian started acting weird around me. 

Seeing me piece it together, Dewayne continued, “When some guy dissed Sebastian, you grabbed a bottle and smashed it on his head. I had never seen a girl like that. 

“Feelings are weird. At first, I thought you were cute, and next thing I knew, I was stuck on you.” 

He gave a wry laugh. 

“I never thought I’d be the type to wait around for seven years for a girl.” 

The room went quiet. 

After a while, I asked, “So Sebastian’s words have got to you?” 

“Yeah. I’m scared you’ll go back to him.” 

I let out a soft sigh, thought for a second, then wrapped my arms around him. 

“It’s not gonna happen. We’re already married. It’s you and me till the end.” 

After the talk, Dewayne stuck to me like a shadow and still found time to spill the tea on Sebastian. 

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Chapter 8 

11 288 Wouchers After Mom and Dad kicked Sebastian out, his life of being waited on hand and foot was gone. He had to work to make a living. 

Clara was still pissed that he lied to her and wanted payback. They fought nonstop, then somehow ended up in bed to- gether. 

Now, she asked for 800,000 dollars, or she’d send him to jail. With no other option, he had to work eight jobs a day. 

Dewayne showed me a pic of how he looked now. The gentle, refined young man I remembered was gone. He was completely worn down and scruffy, hair in disarray, chin stubbly. After only two weeks, I barely recognized him. 

Dewayne caught my reaction and smirked. He fixed his collar, puffed his chest, and cleared his throat. 

“So, your hubby is hot, right?” 

I nodded. 

He grinned like a kid, pecked my cheek, and bolted. 

“I… I’ll check on dinner!” 

Seeing him scurry off all flustered, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. 

Growing old with this guy sounded pretty great. 

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