Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 25

As Marguerite slid into the back seat of the car, her phone buzzed. Laura’s message flashed on the screen: “Ms. Taylor, check the trending news now!”

Curious, Marguerite tapped the link. In an instant, her heart dropped—Benjamin was getting engaged.

She’d braced herself for this day, but actually seeing the news hit her like a punch to the gut. Her chest tightened, an ache she couldn’t ignore.

She quietly put her phone away, her fingertips drumming anxiously on the seat, while her other hand pressed to her forehead, rubbing at the tension building behind her eyes.

Before she could collect herself, the phone rang again. Marguerite glanced at the caller ID. Some of the weariness left her face.

“Hello…?” Her voice was soft, barely more than a breath, like a gentle breeze rippling the calm surface of a lake—just enough to betray a hint of inner turmoil.

“I’ve seen the news. Looks like he’s marrying that wonderful little sister of his. But none of this matters to me anymore.”

She kept her tone even and detached, as if she were talking about someone else’s life.

A sigh echoed from the man on the other end of the line—heavy, resigned, like dry autumn leaves falling to the ground.

“Maybe it’s for the best. Now you can finally let go.”

“Your dad heard about it and was so angry, he wanted to go over and punch that jerk right in the face.”

His words were thick with love and protectiveness, the kind that made Marguerite’s heart ache in a different way.

She let out a short laugh, a sound that was part relief, part self-mockery, as if she were laughing at her own foolishness—and at the world’s cruel sense of humor.

“Don’t worry. I’m done with him. I won’t shed another tear for a man like that.”

Her voice was quiet, but there was a new steel in it.

She headed straight to the office, determined to tackle the mountain of work she’d neglected while her life unraveled.

No sooner had she stepped out of the car than she nearly collided with Fiona, who was strutting out of the front doors, grinning from ear to ear. Fiona raised her hand, flashing a sparkling ring. “Look! Ben bought this for me. One of a kind—he had a designer make it just for me.”

Marguerite’s eyes locked onto the ring. The design was painfully familiar, as was the bracelet on Fiona’s wrist—both had been custom-made by Benjamin, once meant for Marguerite herself.

Back then, their love had been all-consuming. Benjamin had even promised to design a full set of jewelry for their future wedding.

Now all of that was gone. Seven years together, shattered in an instant—fragile as glass.

Marguerite let out a cold laugh, her words laced with venom. “Well, congratulations. You two really deserve each other—a perfect match. I hope you stay glued together for life, and spare the rest of us your drama.”

Fiona’s face darkened for a second, but she quickly regained her smug composure. “Jealous, aren’t you, Marguerite? I mean, Ben’s smart, gentle, and actually knows how to treat a woman.”