All Chapters of Dear Ex, I'm More Than Your Plan B: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The ache in his eyes was real. Maybe even the words were true. But they weren’t enough anymore.“I loved you, Lucas,” she said quietly, eyes burning. “I did. But I’m not that girl anymore. You broke her. And the woman I am now? She’s trying to heal. She’s trying to move forward.”“With him?”Her throat worked as she swallowed.“Yes.”Lucas’s eyes fell. His shoulders sagged as if the admission stole the last bit of fight from him. “You really think he’s not going to break you too?”“He hasn’t,” she replied simply. “He sees me. All of me. Not the convenient version. Not the one he has to hide.”Lucas looked away, jaw tight, hands balled into fists at his sides.“I gave you everything,” she added softly. “My time. My love. My trust. And when it mattered, you gave it to someone else. So don’t come here now asking me to wait. I already did.”There was a silence so heavy it made her breath shallow.Then, without looking back, Lucas murmured, “I was too late, wasn’t I?”Vera didn’t speak. Sh

Lucas stared blankly ahead, knuckles tightening on the wheel again.That was the thing with Camilla, she never needed to shout to cut deep. Her weapon was power. Influence. Access. And she wielded it with the precision of someone born with a silver dagger in her hand.He had once admired her for it.Now, he felt like he was choking on it.“You don’t have to remind me,” he said quietly.“Good. Because I don’t want a broken engagement scandal when the Langfords are already having a meltdown over Asher Donovan picking your ex girlfriend over their spoiled daughter.”Lucas couldn’t help the bitter smile tugging at his lips. “So you’re more upset about optics than the fact I was with someone else?”“I’m upset that you’re not playing your part,” Camilla snapped. “You know what’s expected of us. You agreed. You don’t get to grow a conscience now, Lucas. Not when it’s too late.”Too late.The words echoed in his head, matching the hollow feeling in his chest.He didn’t reply.There was no poi

Is it true he was seen with another woman at the last event?Is Asher Donovan done with the Langfords?The questions floated through the air like smoke, and Sarah, no longer able to keep her composure, excused herself from the group she was pretending to laugh with.She stormed down one of the private hallways of the Alden estate, her heels clicking furiously on marble.Pulling out her phone, she dialed Asher again.Voicemail.Just like the other six times.“Damn you, Asher,” she hissed, her voice low but seething.She didn’t leave a message. He didn’t deserve one. Not after this public humiliation.Not after everything she’d done to claw her way back into his life.She had suffered, endured whispers and pity, and swallowed her pride after that disastrous night at the previous banquet, when he’d shown up with her. That little nobody. Vera.And now he skipped this?He hadn’t even sent a message, not even a fabricated excuse.Sarah leaned against the cool wall, breathing hard as her min

The drive to the mall was smoother than Vera expected, but she still kept shooting sideways glances at Asher as he hummed quietly behind the wheel, one hand lazily on the steering while the other drummed rhythmically on his thigh.He looked far too relaxed for someone headed to a business meeting.“You’re humming,” she finally said, breaking the silence.“I do that when I’m in a good mood,” he replied easily, flicking on his indicator as he turned into the underground parking lot of one of the most luxurious shopping centers in the city.She raised an eyebrow. “You were humming last night too. When we were cooking.”“I was humming because I wasn’t thinking about anything else except being there with you,” he said, cutting the engine with a grin.Vera blinked. He just said that like it was nothing, like it didn’t make her insides do that fluttering thing she hated to admit to.Asher stepped out of the car and came around to open her door before she could reach for the handle. “Come on.

The morning sun had risen higher now, casting a golden haze over the range, making the dew on the grass shimmer like tiny diamonds.Vera, slightly breathless and with a faint sheen of sweat across her forehead, finally straightened her back after another decent swing.“Okay,” she huffed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I can officially say I’m not terrible anymore.”“You’re officially above amateur level,” Asher said, pulling a bottle of chilled water from the nearby cooler and handing it to her. “You could probably win a charity round. I’ll even let you beat me next time.”Vera took the bottle, her fingers brushing his. “You’d let me?”He shrugged with a playful smirk. “Depends on what I get in return.”She narrowed her eyes. “You're dangerously close to earning a golf ball to the knee.”He chuckled and sank into the bench by the edge of the practice range, stretching out his legs like he belonged to the earth. Vera joined him, still catching her breath, wiping her pa