All Chapters of Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right: Chapter 481 - Chapter 490

Through the blur of my tears, he was just this fading outline in the distance...I'd watched him walk away so many times before, but this time? It felt different, like it finally had nothing to do with me anymore.The tears didn't last long. Sadness kind of fizzled, leaving pure, boiling anger.I was mad. Mad at Hayden for throwing us away over some dumb misunderstanding, mad because in the end, he was like everyone else—quick to bail when things got real.Fine, if Hayden was done, then so was I. No way I'd sit here waiting.After a shower, I got into bed, phone lighting up with texts from Wayne and Jace, both wanting to know how things went with Hayden. But telling them would just lead to a whole round of pity or guilt, and I wasn't in the mood to explain.So, I ignored both of them. But when Lena texted, I actually replied.Honestly, though, she's been so wrapped up with Nate that I hadn't heard a word from her in days. She didn't even know I'd almost died.[Oh, so you've fin

Ron never called out mistakes directly. He had this way of giving low-key, feel-good reminders that made you want to do better without feeling weird about it.That's why he was our superior. He'd joke around all day, barely looking like he was working, but somehow, everyone else was always hustling to keep up.I played along, smiling. "If I slowed down, I'd feel guilty, letting you down."He chuckled. "But I never put any pressure on you. Besides, work's endless. No need to rush."Ron's the first boss I've met who doesn't want you to stress yourself out. Kinda rare.Since he was being nice, I couldn't exactly turn him down without coming off rude, so I smiled and said, "Alright, I'll keep that in mind.""You've lost a lot of weight lately. Are you sure you're okay?" He didn't even glance at the stack of documents I'd handed him, like he was more interested in a random chat.We weren't close or anything, but ever since we met, he acted like we were old pals. Still, I kept things

Even though Hayden had recorded Steve's last match for me, it just wasn't the same as being there."I'll save you the best seat," Steve said with a grin."You've got this!" I threw him a quick fist pump through the screen.He nodded. "Take care of yourself too.""Mhm, I'm about to eat something and crash," I mumbled, feeling exhaustion creeping in.I hadn't slept well last night, but somehow pushed through today. Now? I was ready to pass out. As soon as the call ended, I tossed my phone aside and stared at the dark kitchen.It would've been nice if Hayden were here to cook, but nope—he was keeping his distance, playing that proud game. Wonder how long that'll last.That thought lingered as I finally drifted off, completely wiped after almost twenty-four hours awake. When I opened my eyes again, sunlight streamed through the windows.Even after all that sleep, I felt groggy. I turned over, burying my face in the pillow, but the moment I moved, pain shot through my whole body. "O

Honestly, I did want to eat what Ron brought. But if I gave in, Hayden would think his little peace offering worked, that he'd secretly made it up to me.I couldn't let him have that satisfaction. I'd make sure he stayed worried, unable to swoop in and fix things for me.Luckily, I had some snacks stashed in my cabinet. Just as I was reaching for one, the office phone rang.I grabbed a snack with one hand, the phone with the other."...What? How bad? I'll be there right away."By the time I hung up, the snack was forgotten, and I was already on my feet, ready to go.One of my subordinates had called—he was struggling to negotiate a project, and it had escalated fast. Not only was the other side giving him trouble, but things had gotten physical.This was serious.When someone on my team gets bullied, it's like they're picking a fight with me. I grabbed my keys and headed over."Ms. Kay, I swear, I didn't go into their women's locker room. They're setting me up," my injured sub

"Yeah, no thanks—wouldn't work with you even if you paid me," I shot back.By the time Wayne strolled out, I was already leaning against my car, waiting. He'd saved me from that trainwreck of a meeting, and I wasn't about to bail without a proper thanks."Waiting to say thank you?" Wayne smirked, all smug.I grinned. "If you hadn't stepped in, I'd probably be in the hospital right now.""Doubt it," he replied with a lazy grin. "That kick you threw? Brutal. Even if his intestines aren't in a pretzel, he's feeling it."I laughed, remembering my infamous "Flying Legs" days back in school when I had a reputation for taking down jerks with a single kick."Guess your skills haven't dulled," Wayne said, amused.I wasn't in the mood for a trip down memory lane, though, so I switched it up. "Didn't expect you to be working with this company too.""Jace actually set it up awhile back. I'm just here for a site check," Wayne said, shrugging.I just chuckled, letting the conversation drift