From Clingy to Independent- He Thought I Needed Him Until He Realized I Didn’t Chapter 08

From Clingy to Independent- He Thought I Needed Him Until He Realized I Didn’t Chapter 08

The second I hung up on him, Adrian started 

calling back over and over. 

When no one answered, he switched to texting 

  1. me. 

Adrian: [I’m not agreeing to this breakup!] 

Adrian: [Are you really doing this just to spite me over a kid like Lily?] 

Adrian: [You’re not thinking clearly right now. We’ll talk when you come back.] 

In the flood of notifications lighting up my screen, 

one avatar suddenly stood out. 

The Boy King: [crying cat meme.JPG] 

It was the exact meme I had accidentally sent 

earlier that day. 

My fingers paused over the screen as I stared at it, waiting for my boss to unsend it. 

Two minutes passed, and he still didn’t unsend it. 

So I waited for him to realize he’d sent it to the 

wrong person and toss out a quick explanation. 

There was still no explanation. 

Instead, when I didn’t reply, Cameron nudged me 

again. 

[The Boy King nudged your wallet and stuffed it 

with cash.] 

I remembered the half–smiling way he had asked me earlier why I had never “accidentally” sent him 

my salary. 

A wave of embarrassment hit me. 

I was just about to draft a very careful explanation that I had absolutely not been implying anything. 

Then the Boy King sent another message. 

The Boy King: [Was that a hint?] 

The next second, something bright and golden. 

popped onto my screen. 

It was a five–figure transfer. 

The Boy King: [Not an accident.] 

The Boy King: [Come to a wedding with me this. weekend.] 

The Boy King: [My great–uncle’s granddaughter’s cousin is getting married.] 

The Boy King: [My family’s probably going to start nagging me about marriage, and I can’t deal with it. You’re single, right? Consider this overtime pay.] 

But Autumn’s wedding was on Saturday too. 

For the first time in history, my friendship with. Autumn was facing its greatest crisis. 

I stared at that row of zeros, completely at war with myself. 

In the end, my conscience won. With a shaking hand and genuine pain in my soul, I typed back, 

“Thank you, Mr. Sterling, but my best friend is 

getting married on Saturday, and I have to be 

there.” 

The moment the message went through, I could 

practically hear money flying away, with “Auld Lang Syne” starting up mournfully somewhere in 

the distance. 

And yet on the wedding day, I ran into someone I 

never expected to see.

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