Aww Seven Exes Begged Cute Blocked novel Chapter 32

**Chapter 32-1**

I had traversed 5,000 miles. She lived right next door.

It was Day 6 of Pre-season Training at the Michigan Football Camp. After enduring six grueling hours beneath the relentless sun, my boyfriend, Bryce Whitman, decided to stroll over to one of the cheerleaders. This wasn’t just any cheerleader; it was River Caldwell, the one everyone knew was merely his “friend.”

This time, I didn’t shed a tear. Not even a single blink. With a steady voice, I declared, “We’re done.”

“Walt. Because of a drink?” he questioned, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“Yeah,” I replied simply.

He chuckled, a sound that grated on my nerves. “Alright then. Let’s see if you can make it last more than three days this time. I could use a little break.”

From the sidelines, his buddy hollered, “Better be careful, Cap’n! A girl like that? She won’t be single for long!”

Bryce merely shrugged, dismissing the comment. “She’s just being dramatic. Always blowing things out of proportion.”

“Her parents had a full ride to Oxford lined up for her, and she turned it down. Followed me here and ended up picking some obscure major like Classics. Who even does that besides her?”

“Trust me—she can’t stay mad past Wednesday,” he boasted, confidence dripping from his words.

I remained silent, my heart a heavy stone in my chest.

Seven years. I had followed him through the halls of high school, through the chaos of recruiting season, all the way to the University of Michigan. My entire teenage existence had revolved around him.

But what he didn’t realize was that unloving someone was a possibility. You could also un-enroll.

I had already filed the withdrawal papers months ago. My acceptance letter from King’s College London had been gathering dust in my desk drawer since my senior year.

As soon as my spring term visa clears, I’m out of here.

So good luck with your season, Bryce.

This time, your little crybaby is going to transform into an untouchable queen, and I won’t be glancing back.

Immediately following our breakup, Bryce was the first to block me.

I was still in the process of deleting our pictures when River’s video call suddenly lit up my screen.

My finger moved too quickly—accidentally hitting accept.

The video revealed them crammed into a booth at Scorekeepers, that sports bar just three blocks from campus.

“20:23,” the timestamp read.

Aww, Seven Exes Begged Cute Blocked.

One of the guys was laughing, “Bro, you really blocked her? You sure she’s gonna come crawling back this time?”

Bryce just laughed, taking a swig of beer. “Relax, Maddie’s not going anywhere.”

“Her parents had a full ride to Oxford waiting for her, but she followed you here instead. Ended up in Classics—like, who even does that? Just to be at the same school as you.”

“She can’t go three days without me. She always folds,” he asserted confidently.

River lounged in her crop top, draping herself over his shoulders, hyping him up. “Damn, Bryce is such a player!”

The guys erupted in laughter, cracking jokes.

“I’m just sayin’, man. She’s intense. And now that we’re on campus? Some business major with a trust fund is definitely gonna slide into her DMs.”

Bryce smirked, completely unfazed. “Maybe it’ll do her good. Let her see what else is out there. She might finally act right.”

Another guy chimed in, “Damn, if I had a girl like that? I wouldn’t be blocking her. I’d be scared she’d upgrade.”

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