By admin It wasn’t until two months later that I heard about Jace again.
Honestly, I gotta hand it to him–after all that drama, he still didn’t divorce Blaire.
They’ve got a little girl, and apparently they bought a house after they got married.
If they split up, they’d either have to sell it or cough up half the equity.
Neither of them can afford to pay the other, and neither wants to give up the house.
So… they’re just stuck.
When I heard that, my face didn’t move a muscle, but I was thrilled on the inside.
“These two are made for each other.”
“Please don’t break up and unleash your chaos on the rest of us.”
“Keep each other locked down forever.”
Word is, once the bankruptcy process was over, Jace was $1 million in debt.
He sold off everything he owned–his vacation home, all those flashy cars–everything except the house they live in.
Paid off the debt and went right back to square one.
Well… not completely square one. He’s still got that house.
But I don’t care anymore.
I thought I’d never have to see Jace again in this lifetime.
And then came Tatum’s wedding.
Of course, he showed up.
Turns out Jace now works at Tatum’s husband’s company.
Middle manager on some project. Fancy title, basic pay.
Sure, sounds okay on paper. But the fire in his eyes? Gone.
I’m not sure what most people feel when they run into someone they used to love,
but when I looked at him that day–same face, same build–I felt… nothing.
No love.
No hate.
Not even a flicker.
It was like looking at a stranger in line at the grocery store.
After the reception, he came over.
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Judging by the look on his face, he’d been working up the nerve all night.
His head was down, voice shaky.
“I’m sorry, Sloane.”
I smiled.
“It’s fine. I let that go a long time ago. We had our time. I don’t hate you.”
He looked surprised–like he didn’t expect me to be so calm.
Before he could say anything else, I cut him off.
“Didn’t you once say that if you ended up with her, you’d live a normal nine–to–five life?”
“Well… looks like you got your wish. Congrats.”
His face fell.
Awkward silence.
I turned and walked away, swinging my purse off my shoulder.
And I gave him one last parting gift:
“Wishing you two a lifetime of happily ever after. Tied together forever.”
“Nine to five. No overtime. Ever.”
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