He Chose Wrong I Chose Better (Irene and Ewing) novel Chapter 14

I climbed back into bed, determined to erase everything about Ewing from my life.

But then, scrolling through social media, I saw he'd posted again.

Apparently, he'd gone to see a remastered version of "Les Misérables."

The post was a photo—two hands clasped together.

The caption read: "The first time you watched this movie, it was in the school cafeteria. Now, years later, it's still you by my side for the new release."

I glanced at my own movie ticket confirmation on my phone.

Suddenly, I remembered an old review I once wrote:

"Do we ever need a reason to love, or not to love? Can we really choose the path we walk? Some people are like starlight—playful, radiant, and unforgettable. And if the one riding the clouds crosses your mind for even a moment, it's only because I left my tears in your heart once."

By the time I came back to myself, my face was streaked with tears.

I felt hollow with pain for my own sake.

Almost involuntarily, I typed out a long message to him—then deleted it, thinking better of it. In the end, I just sent a single question mark, smiling bitterly at myself.

But when an alert popped up saying I couldn't leave comments, I froze.

He really would do anything to get a reaction from me.

Was this some kind of psychological warfare? Like something out of a reality show breakup?

At that moment, Melvin came home holding Joy in his arms.

He set the cat down and looked ready to leave.

My mom hurried over, stopping him. "Melvin, why don't you stay for dinner?"

He smiled, "Thank you, but I have some things to take care of."

My mom shot me a look. "Irene, ask Melvin to stay. Aren't you two still friends?"

She glared at me, eyes blazing—her unspoken meaning loud and clear: "Why are you so clueless?"

I looked at Melvin and muttered, "Just listen to my mom."

He stifled a laugh. "Alright, but let me clean Joy's paws first."

Melvin knelt, carefully wiping Joy's feet. "I used to have a cat just like him. He ran away."

"Did he have any special markings?" I asked, suddenly suspicious.

"Yeah, he had a heart-shaped spot under his front leg. I used to joke with the shelter owner, hoping he'd bring me my soulmate someday."

As he spoke, realization flickered in his eyes. He glanced at me, then, as if we shared some secret connection, he lifted Joy's front leg—a heart-shaped birthmark stood out against the fur.

I stared at him in disbelief. "I adopted Joy."

He crouched down, hugging Joy tightly, repeating "Thank you" over and over.

"Looks like fate really does work in mysterious ways."

My mom beamed, delighted by the whole scene.

In the days that followed, my injury healed well.

Melvin, busy as he was, still made time to keep me company.

He also brought me some news about Ewing.

Apparently, Magnolia was pregnant.

She'd forced her way into Ewing's company, bossing everyone around like she owned the place, making enemies left and right.

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