He Chose Wrong I Chose Better (Irene and Ewing) novel Chapter 13

I agreed to Melvin's suggestion and went to his place.

What I didn't expect was that the apartment across the hall was his too.

The fight had left me sidelined for two months.

But honestly, after hitting rock bottom, I found a strange sense of peace—as if I'd been reborn.

Still, the aftereffects from the surgery and the anesthesia started to kick in.

After taking some antibiotics, a heavy drowsiness washed over me.

My forehead felt cool—someone was caring for me.

At first, I thought it was my mom, who insisted on staying to look after me.

The next time I woke up, the comforting aroma of pork stew drifted in from the kitchen.

My body didn't ache as much anymore.

I listened for a while to the birds outside the window, then reached for my phone.

Dozens of messages and missed calls.

Some from coworkers, some from friends, and—of course—some from people just eager to gossip.

Someone had sent me a screenshot of Ewing's social feed, showing him tending to Magnolia's wounds.

The caption read: "You're my Cosette."

Ha. No wonder he turned me down without a second thought when I'd asked him to rewatch that old movie with me a few days ago.

Turns out it wasn't that he didn't want to go—it was just that I wasn't the one he wanted.

I posted in my own feed: "If anyone sends me anything else about him, don't blame me for cutting you off."

I threw back the covers and tidied myself up a bit.

I saw Melvin standing in the kitchen, keeping an eye on the soup.

When he noticed me, he said, "Your mom made this. She went out for groceries and told me to make sure you had some while it's hot."

He handed me a bowl.

I reached out, but the pain shot through my arm and made me wince.

"Impatient as always. Let me help you," he said.

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