Aww Seven Exes Begged Cute Blocked novel Chapter 13

**A Promise Written on the Rusted Edge of Time by Dael Rowan Sire**

As I rummaged through my backpack, my fingers brushed against the familiar texture of my notebook. With a determined breath, I flipped it open to the first page, the crisp sound of the paper breaking the silence around me.

Each debt was meticulously recorded in my neat handwriting, a testament to the years of my life intertwined with Dylan’s family.

[September 3rd, breakfast, $121]

[September 15th, lunch money, $50]

[October 8th, cold medicine, $38]

Every single cent I had ever owed him was laid bare before me, a stark reminder of the financial burden I had carried for far too long.

“Every cent your family spent on me over the years—I kept track,” I said, my voice steady, though a tempest of emotions roiled within.

I placed the notebook on the desk, feeling the weight of its contents, and retrieved an envelope from my bag, its crisp edges a sharp contrast to the chaos of my thoughts.

“Here’s twenty thousand dollars. Whatever else I owe, I’ll pay back later,” I declared, the words tasting both bitter and liberating on my tongue.

“Starting today, we’re even,” I added, my heart pounding in my chest as I watched Dylan’s expression shift from confusion to shock.

His eyes widened, disbelief etched across his features. He stared at the notebook, then at the envelope, his complexion paling with each passing moment.

“Ivy, what are you doing…” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

“What I should’ve done a long time ago,” I replied, my tone unwavering. “Even parasites have some dignity.”

With that, I turned to leave, the finality of my decision echoing in my mind.

Dylan’s hand shot out, gripping my arm with urgency. “Ivy, don’t do this. Let’s just talk.”

“Talk about what?” I yanked my arm free, frustration bubbling to the surface. “About how you called me a leech behind my back? Or how you stood by and watched as the entire school tore me apart?”

“I…” He opened his mouth, searching for words, but silence hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.

Then, like a dam bursting, Madison began to cry, her voice breaking through the tension. “This is all my fault! I shouldn’t have made that stupid joke. Ivy, you can hit me, yell at me, whatever—just don’t take it out on Dylan.”

She sobbed, each tear a testament to her regret, her vulnerability making her seem small and pitiful in that moment.

Chapter 13

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