Page 13 of Tricked by my Ex

If he was going to dump me and throw away everything that we’d built over the last three years, he was going to have to say it out loud for both of us to hear.

“I think we should break up,” he whispered so softly that I barely heard him at all before I ended the call and cried myself to sleep.

When the scene stopped playing out, I realized that I had tears in my eyes. It seemed ridiculous that a single moment from so many years ago could still affect me this strongly, but there was no denying that it did.

I was still in love with him on some level regardless if I wanted to be or not. A part of me would always love Tyson. First loves weren’t easy to get over. Especially when you felt like you had no closure.

A little closure might be good for us both. Maybe, with it, we could finally let go and move on.

NOW WHAT?

TYSON

Istood on the sidewalk in front of Greg’s house, texting Eve like a psychopath. The barrage was nonstop. Some of them only said one word—SORRY—in all capital letters to emphasize my point. Others were longer, like I’d rehearsed on the flight back to Los Angeles and over the years. I actually had a Notes app on my phone, filled with all the things I wanted to say to Eve once I finally got the chance. Some of them were embarrassingly stupid, but reflected my age and state of mind at the time.

She was ignoring every single one that I’d sent. Wasn’t even opening them. Honestly, I’d expected nothing less. At least she’d finally unblocked my number from her phone though. I definitely considered that progress. I hadn’t been sure that she’d even give me that much after all this time. But, dammit, I was leaving town soon to film another movie, and I wanted us fixed by then. Or at least started on that path.

“Way to go,” Greg suddenly said from behind me, his tone filled with accusation and irritation.

I spun around and grabbed him by the shoulders. “Where does she live?” I asked with desperation in my voice, and he stepped out of my grasp.

“Oh, hell no. I’m not telling you that.” He sounded almost horrified that I’d even asked such a thing.

“I’m sure I can find out anyway,” I snapped back in response, but I had no idea if that was something I could do or not. I’d never asked any of my people to find an address of a girl before. I was fairly certain that crossed all kinds of lines, but I didn’t care.

“Then, you go ahead and do that, buddy. You two clearly have some kind of history I wasn’t aware of. And now, she’s mad at me.”

I waved him off and rolled my eyes even though he couldn’t see them in the dark and behind my mask. “She’ll forgive you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

I know everything about this woman. She’s the same person she’s always been, and that’s why I can’t get the fuck over her.

“Because she doesn’t hold grudges,” I tried to explain before adding, “unless you’re me.”

“What’d you do to her anyway?” he asked before reaching for his long tail and swinging it around.

He’d been handling that thing all night long. I was surprised it hadn’t broken off yet.

“I broke her heart,” I said matter-of-factly. There was no sense in sugarcoating the truth, no matter how bitter it tasted on my tongue.

“Meeeow,” he said in a silly voice, and I shook my head. “I didn’t even know you two were an item.”

“It was a long time ago. Before,” I said in clarification without adding anything else.

His head drew back, nodding in recognition at what I meant. “Before your big break.”

“Bingo.”

My phone vibrated, and I almost dropped it. Glancing down, I noticed Eve’s name on the screen. A text message waited.

“Shit.”

“Is it her?” Greg tried to peer around my body to see the screen.

I pulled my phone away from his prying eyes, but answered him anyway, “Yeah.”

“What’d she say? Oh my God, I’m so invested in this now.”