Kept by the Villain, Cast Aside by Fate
Chapter 12: Chicken Soup and a New Hope
[Honey, business has nothing to do with those things. Don’t do it for your dad…]
I forced myself to steady my voice.
[Dad, I like Caleb Foster. I love him.]
Word by word, as sincerely as I could.
Just as I finished, Marcus walked in, carrying a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup.
The smell of broth and celery filled the air, comforting and familiar, like something my grandma used to make when I was sick.
"I hurt you last night, so I made some soup. Want to eat?"
His voice was just loud enough for the phone to pick up.
On the other end, after a long pause, my dad finally said: [Honey, maybe you should break up with the one outside first?]
We both pretended to be busy—him with his phone, me with the hotel’s room service menu.
But as Marcus set the bowl down, his hand brushed mine—and for the first time, I wondered if maybe, just maybe, I could rewrite my own ending.
