"Is this your girlfriend?"
Y/n sighs and nods.
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7 years into an ongoing feud, Y/n and Hailee's management launch a PR relationship. What'll Hailee do when she realizes she actually wants Y/n to be her girlfriend?
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Hailee hasn't talked to me in 2 days and I'm staring to think she meant it when she said she didn't wanna marry me.
We got into this big argument over kids. 3 years ago I said I didn't want kids and said we'd discuss it before we got married. Now we're engaged, I still don't want kids, and she said I've been dismissing her for 3 years.
"How long are you gonna ignore me?" I ask.
Hailee doesn't say anything and flips the page in her book.
"Can you please just talk to me?" I ask.
"No, because I've asked you to talk for the past 3 years and you've done nothing but ignored me." Hailee says.
"Hailee-" I say.
"I told you 3 years ago what I wanted and you said you didn't want that but we could talk about it down the line. Every time I brought it up, you ignored me." Hailee says.
"I told you not wanting kids was a deal breaker. If you knew that we weren't gonna change your mind, you should've ended things right then." Hailee says.
"So you're not gonna marry me because of this thing?" I ask.
"This thing? Is that what you think this is? Just a thing? My feelings are just a thing? What I want is just a thing?" She asks.
"I-" I say.
"Just in case me saying it wasn't enough..." She says.
She takes off her ring and throws it at me. I sigh and she grabs her keys. She leaves and I pick the ring up.
Time Skip
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I unlock the door and walk inside.
"I'm home... if you even care." I say, shutting the door.
I put my keys on the counter and look around. I open the door to the garage and don't see the car.
I furrow my eyebrow and shut the door back. I walk upstairs and open the bedroom door.
"What the fuck?" I mumble, staring at the half empty room.
I see a note on the bed and I read it.
"I'm moving out for a few days decide if throwing my life's wishes away is worth marrying you. Don't bother to call or text me, I won't answer. I want you to understand that I'm not doing this to hurt you. I'm doing this because you hurt me." I read.
I sigh and crumble the paper up.
"Fuck." I mumble.
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Little did I know those days would turn into weeks.
3 weeks later...
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