Goodbye My Arrogant Ex novel Chapter 4

The chat history was full of half-hidden flirtations and teasing, all too obvious for anyone who bothered to look.

The most recent message was a photo Fiona had sent—provocative, toeing the line. She’d asked Benjamin if her outfit looked good, then coyly added that she was waiting for him to give her another “checkup,” just like last time.-

And that wasn’t all. Fiona had deliberately shown off a tattoo curving along her hip, right near her lower abdomen. Inked there was Benjamin’s name, bold and unmistakable—a mark that declared she belonged to him, and him alone.

Marguerite’s stomach lurched. She dropped his phone, staggered to the trash can, and started to retch violently.

Hearing the noise, Benjamin rushed over, concern etched across his face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice gentle but urgent. “Are you feeling sick? I’ll take you to a doctor.”

“Get away from me!” Marguerite snapped.

As Benjamin reached out to pick her up, she shoved him back with all her strength. Her eyes were red, her whole body trembling, fingers quivering as she glared at the man in front of her.

Did she ever really know him at all?

It hadn’t always been this way. In the beginning, Benjamin was nothing like this. He’d once gone out of his way to make it clear he was taken, rejecting every advance that came his way. When she got sick, he’d stayed by her bedside all night. When the power went out in her dorm, he’d waited outside just in case she was afraid.

Those memories felt like scenes from another life—so warm, so close, now so impossibly distant.

Marguerite couldn’t understand when things had started to rot, when the man who’d loved her so deeply had become a stranger.

“You went through my phone?” Benjamin’s voice yanked her back to the present.

She lifted her head, meeting his furious gaze, her own eyes sharp with scorn. “If you haven’t done anything to be ashamed of, why are you so afraid to let me see your phone?”

“Marguerite!” Benjamin grabbed her shoulders, pinning her against the wall. His voice was icy. “My phone is my private business. Fiona got that tattoo because she admires me—she respects me, Marguerite. Don’t twist it into something dirty with your sick imagination!”

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