Chapter 131
Jared got sentimental, which was so unlike him that it threw me off balance.
I stared, my usual quick–witted deflections failing me. Of all the things I’d prepared for, him asking if I still cared wasn’t one of them. I’d assumed indifference was our unspoken agreement.
“Seriously? You’re overcomplicating things,” I said, forcing a smirk.
A flicker of annoyance crossed his face. “You’ve been different since you said you were going back to work.”
“Different how? I’m the same person.” I tilted my head, playing dumb.
“I can’t pinpoint it, but you’re not the same.” Jared was a master at keeping people at arm’s length, but he had a razor–sharp intuition. Apparently, he’d picked up on the fact that I’d stopped loving him.
“You’re imagining things. I’ve just been busy, that’s all.” I threw his old excuse back at him, my voice flat.
He looked even more upset. He pressed his lips into a thin line and said nothing.
A cold, quiet laugh bubbled inside me. Wasn’t he the one who’d declared love irrelevant? Now he wanted to rewrite the rules? If love was optional, he sure as hell didn’t get to demand it now.
“Victoria, I’m sorry for what I said before.” The car glided smoothly down the boulevard, and after a few blocks, Jared actually apologized.
“What exactly are you sorry for?” I snapped back reflexively.
“For saying love didn’t matter. For trying to buy… intimacy.” He fell silent again, his eyes fixed on the road as if his thoughts were scrolling across the windshield.
Finally, he turned, his gaze locking onto mine. “I read something interesting the other day. It said there are only two things in life you can’t half–ass.”
I stared at him like he’d just sprouted horns. Jared? Giving a TED Talk on emotional priorities? Since when?
He turned toward the passenger window, his voice dropping. “One: find the right career. Two: find the right person.
My death had simply cleared the runway for their perfect takeoff. Thinking about it sent an arctic wave through me–palms, soles, every inch of skin turned to ice.
So whatever mushy epiphany Jared was having about “go home and wrap your arms around the one you love,” it had to be a glitch in his brain.
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