Chapter 15%
Third Person’s POV
Looks like you’re having a great time, huh? Guess you’ve completely forgotten about some people.]
The comment was followed by a series of meaningful ellipses.!!
On the other side of the screen, Jason gripped his friend’s phone, his eyes burning with rage as he glared at my social media posts.
His face was dark, veins bulging on the back of his hands as he gritted his teeth.
In the photos, Chase and Emma were smiling brightly, our happiness clearly on display.
Oliver, standing nearby, nervously watched Jason’s expression, not daring to make a sound
“Jason, don’t let it get to you,” Oliver said. “She’s just doing this to provoke you.”
“The more upset you get, the more pleased she’ll be
Jason suddenly lifted his head, his gaze cold and sharp as he locked eyes with Oliver
“Do I look like I’m angry?” he asked, his tone deadly calm.
Oliver froze, his entire body shaking. He quickly shook his head.X
“No, no, you don’t look angry at all,” he stammered.
Emma’s POV
My phone chimed with a new WhatsApp notification E
I opened it, only to find it was a message from Jason, sent through Oliver’s phone.
A voice message. 60 seconds long
I hesitated for just a moment before pressing play
“Emma, are you out of your damn mind? Looks like you’re having fun, hugging and cuddling with another man. What the hell do you think you’re doing? Huh? Where did our seven years go? Seven years! You just forgot about it like that? Are you so desperate to jump into someone else’s arms? Emma, you really disgust me!“X
I let out a long breath, shook my head, and hit the reply button.
Calmly, I recorded my message.
*Jason, we’ve already broken up. Who I’m with now is my choice, and it has nothing to do with you. And please, don’t ever contact me using someone else’s phone again. It makes me sick.”
When Chase read it, his expression went serious, but instead of flipping out, he pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead. “Don’t let him get to you, babe. He’s just some bastard talking trash”
As he said that, the video call connected, and Jason’s distorted, enraged face filled the screen. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair unkempt as if he hadn’t slept in days
Chase lifted the phone so Jason could clearly see us.
“Hey, Jason, long time no see, Chase said, his voice cool and calm
“Emma, you really are something!” Jason spat, his glare piercing me like a knife. “Only a few days and you’re already rushing to find someone else? Are you that cheap?”
He then turned to Chase and sneered, “Who the hell do you think you are asshole? Don’t you dare touch what’s mine! She’s my woman. You better wait there. I won’t let you offr
I rolled my eyes, too exhausted to argue with him anymore.
Instead of getting angry, Chase smiled and held me even tighter, resting his chin on my head as he spoke with a natural, affectionate posture.
“Your woman? What right do you have to say she’s yours?” he asked, his voice calm but firm. “Seven years? What did you give her in those seven years? Besides endless fights and emotional abuse, what else? You didn’t even give her a real wedding, and now you still have the guts to call her yours?”
Jason’s anger flared, but he was speechless, struggling to find a response!
Chase, clearly enjoying himself now, added more fuel to the fire. “Look at you now. You look like a psycho. Now look at Emma–she’s glowing, full of life. This is what a woman who’s loved looks like. You couldn’t give her happiness, but I can,”
Chase lowered his head, gently kissing my lips. It felt like both a display of dominance and a comfort all at once.
Jason was completely enraged, his face twisted with fury as he shouted at the phone screen.
