His Personal Fucktoy? This Doll Just Snatched His Strings... And His World Is Unraveling novel Chapter 102

Ryan’s phone kept buzzing with notifications. Without checking, he knew they must be reconciliation messages from Emma–his ever forgiving Emma

Typical Whenever he gave her the cold shoulder, she’d come crawling back with paragraphs of self analysis and apologies.

But tonight, he couldn’t be bothered. Why rush? Emma never stayed mad.

That was the beauty of dating an older woman–no drama, no tantrums. Just a little silent treatment, maybe a hint about how much he adored her maturity, and she’d blame herself for being “too needy.”

And if all else failed? Well, fucking her into submission always worked.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he imagined Emma in that lace teddy he’d bought her–the one that clung to her curves like a second skin.

Maybe he should invite her over tomorrow night?

Not tonight though–he’d promised Olivia another welcome–back dinner.

The dinner was supposedly private, but everyone tacitly let Ryan drink on Olivia’s behalf.

Someone tactlessly mentioned:

“Hey, Ryan, where’s that long–legged older cougar of yours? If you’re done with her, pass her my way.”

Someone quickly covered his mouth, but as they were leaving, the guy still muttered:

“Matt and Josh both said she’s easy to get into bed!”

Ryan maintained his composure, but his drinking pace accelerated. Eventually, no

no one could stop him.

By the end, he was completely drunk and had to be helped home by Olivia.

Ryan’s hangover was peculiarly severe today–splitting headache and parched throat.

“Babe, can you make me some honey water?” he called out habitually, expecting warm honey concoction that always soothed his stomach.

Instead, he got plain cold water. Olivia stood at a distance, pinching her nose dramatically.

“Where would I find honey water at this hour? Just make do, Ryan.”

Ryan felt irritated. It wasn’t even about the honey water itself. He wanted the person who made it–or more accurately, he craved that wholehearted devotion.

With this thought, he checked his phone and remembered Emma had sent him several messages.

A little thrill ran through him. Emma always loved sharing random moments of her day with him. Sometimes he found it annoying, but secretly, he’d grown to appreciate it–like now, when he needed the comfort.

With complete confidence, Ryan opened the message thread, ready for a screen full of longing words.

The next moment, his face drained of color.

There were no sweet nothings, no heartfelt essay.

Just a brief goodbye and screenshots of the vulgar group chat.

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Ryan felt like his head had exploded. He suddenly became as helpless as a child, with only one thought

She knows What now? Is she really going to make a scene? This alone shouldn’t be enough to drive her away–there must be something else

He pounded his head hard, trying to remember what he’d missed, what had slipped his attention.

Thinking about her mentioning her “period” that day and her unusual behavior… suddenly he rushed to the bedroom trash can and frantically dug through it

Until he found the pregnancy test.

In that instant, his mind replayed everything like a movie montage:

Emma asking what would happen if she got pregnant, her fever and refusal to go to the hospital, her deathly pale face at their last meeting–everything connected in his mind.

The fearless Ryan felt something draining from his chest for the first time in his life.

He prayed that what he suspected wasn’t true. If it was, he feared he might go insane.

Ryan’s state was clearly off, but Ouvia, thinking herself special, couldn’t resist poking the bear. She pointed at the pregnancy test with disgust.

“What’s that nasty thing? Throw it away, Ryan!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” he roared.

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