Chapter 1
My boyfriend’s pick-me bestie was having another meltdown.
Her crime? Dylan Cross got me a five-year anniversary gift but forgot ALL about his precious Scarlett Rivers.
So naturally, he blocked me and ditched our couple pics:
“She’s losing her shit right now, babe. Let me handle this, then we’ll switch back.”
I reminded him:
“This is the 100th time.”
He actually had the balls to smile and kiss me:
“I know. I’ll be quick, promise.”
That night, Queen Scarlett posted her royal decree:
[Fine, SOMEONE’s been behaving. You get three days of freedom]
Then Dylan immediately unblocked me:
[Crisis averted, babe! Couple pics are back on the menu!]
But then some random guy account with my matching couple pic slid into his DMs:
[She’s mine now, asshole.]
Dylan stared at the message from that mystery account and suddenly burst out laughing.
“Baby, look at you getting all feisty with me now.”
He waved his phone around and pulled me into his arms:
“Your man screwed up, didn’t he? My baby never threw fits for the first 99 times, but now she’s finally learned how to get mad at me~”
“I’m not throwing a fit.”
I pushed him away: “I’m actually breaking up with you.”
“HAHAHA!”
Dylan yanked me back into his arms:
“Alright baby, I screwed up. They say three strikes and you’re out-my baby’s already given me 99 chances, so I better start showing some self-awareness.”
“I came back specifically to make it up to you.”
With that, he pulled out an elegant jewelry box and set it right in front of me.
I opened it-twelve perfect pigeon blood rubies lined up in pristine rows, practically glowing under the light.
“Last year around this time, you said you’d marry whoever bought you rubies.”
“Sweetheart, twelve stones for twelve months-do you like how hard I worked this whole year?”
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His Side Chick Made Him Duma Me 100 meet New Welk
Dylan suddenly dropped to one knee, a diamond ring materializing in his hand.
At the same time, doors burst open around us as our mutual friends set off confetti cannons:
“Happy 25th birthday, Chloe!”
“Say yes! Say yes!”
I was totally caught off guard by this whole scene.
Burmese Mogok rubies-last auction price was a hundred million.
I’d just been talking shit back then, but he actually remembered?
Confetti scattered in my hair as Dylan pulled my hand closer:
“Baby, I’ve been waiting for this moment forever.”
Just as he was about to slip the ring on my finger, his phone suddenly rang.
The second he answered, I could clearly hear Scarlett’s fury blasting through the phone:
“Who the HELL said you could propose?! I only gave you three days of freedom! You forgot my gift and now you’re proposing to HER?!”
“You didn’t even ask for my permission! Where does that leave ME?!”
Dylan froze.
Then instinctively looked at our mutual friends.
One of them, who’d been recording and posting, went stiff and quickly lowered his phone.
Dylan shot him a death glare, ripped the ring off my finger, and headed for the door:
“No no no, Scarlett, I wasn’t trying to hide anything from you!”
“Yo! Dylan!”
Someone tried to stop him:
“What about your girl…”
“Forget about all this BS! We’re DONE here!”
Someone glanced at me, shook their head with a “tsk,” and casually snapped the ruby box shut before walking off with it:
“Damn, thought Dylan was finally getting serious this time. Guess some people just don’t have that kind of luck~”
“Haha, bet Dylan’s gonna grovel HARD to Scarlett! She’s PISSED!”
“No joke-those rubies are definitely gonna be Scarlett’s apology gift, right?”
That night, Scarlett posted exactly what they predicted-
Twelve rubies thrown in a trash can, with the caption:
[Ew, don’t want some basic bitch’s leftovers! Gross!]
Right after that, another post went up on her account-
In the photo, Scarlett’s manicured finger rested on a luxury velvet box containing twenty-four sapphires, her ring finger now sporting a custom diamond solitaire:
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His Side Chick Made Wim Dumne
Chapter 1
[Blue’s so much classier than red anyway. Since SOMEONE made their once-in-a-lifetime vow with this ring, I guess I’ll forgive you~]
Dylan liked it:
[Thank you for your mercy, my queen]
The likes were stacked with ninety-nine of our mutual friends.
In the past, I would’ve been crying and screaming for Dylan to explain himself.
But this time, I just liked the post and deleted Scarlett’s contact info, along with all those mutual friends.
Just then, that account with the matching profile pic to mine suddenly popped up:
Chloe, honestly… I didn’t just match my profile pic to yours to help you get back at him. The truth is, I…]
Chloe, do you get what I’m trying to say?]
paused and sighed:
Thanks, and I get it. I really appreciate your support.]
But I just don’t want any relationships right now. I’m accepting the company’s overseas transfer. For the next few years, I only want to focus on my career.]
Long silence on the other end.
Finally:
I support whatever you decide, but if you ever need anything, I’ll always be here]
Warmth flooded my chest as I sent a “thank you so much” emoji.
After I moved abroad, I’d have work connections with him anyway-I could properly thank him for his help then.
hat night, I packed my stuff.
The apartment? Dylan’s.
The furniture? Dylan paid for it.
he appliances? Dylan bought them.
lesides my personal belongings, there wasn’t much I could take.
Maybe that’s exactly why, after five years of 100 betrayals, all I ever got was misery and frustration.
hat same night I left our five-year home and moved into a company hotel to wait for my transfer next week.
But just as I was heading to the pool with my swimsuit and towel, someone grabbed me from behind:
Bar
Yo! Look who showed up!”
His Side Chick Made Him Dump Me……. 100 Times! Now Watch Him Begl
