He Chose Wrong I Chose Better (Irene and Ewing) novel Chapter 2

The photo showed a wristwatch—the very one I'd coveted for ages.

The instant I saw it, something inside me seemed to shatter, then slowly, piece by piece, knit itself back together. The ache faded, and in its place came a strange, airy calm.

At that moment, I finally let go.

In his heart, Magnolia would always matter more than I did.

But oddly enough, I found I didn't care as much anymore.

Late at night.

Half-asleep, I heard the door open and soft footsteps approaching the bed. Ewing's familiar scent washed over me as he slipped into bed and wrapped his arms around me.

But when his lips brushed close to mine, I instinctively turned my head away.

Both of us froze, startled by my automatic reaction. Suddenly wide awake, I lay there in the silence.

Maybe to escape the awkwardness, Ewing got up and all but fled into the bathroom, leaving his phone behind.

The screen kept lighting up with messages.

Magnolia: "Are you home yet?"

Ewing: "Almost."

Magnolia: "I can't get you off my mind."

Ewing didn't reply.

Scrolling up, I saw they'd been talking every single day.

I didn't bother reading more. The constant buzzing was just irritating.

I grabbed the phone and, with a flick of my wrist, tossed it neatly onto the couch.

Once, I would have been eaten up with jealousy over their endless conversations, day and night. But whenever I complained, Ewing would instantly shut me out, acting cold and distant.

He thought I was childish and insecure, a fiancée who didn't trust him.

But as a fiancé, did he ever understand the meaning of boundaries?

Gradually, I lost the urge to say anything at all.

A few minutes later, Ewing came out, freshly showered.

He paused when he saw his phone on the sofa.

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