Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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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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