The Heartbroken - S01 E141

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The Heartbroken - S01 E141

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 141

Sometime during dessert, where this

mouth-watering delicious apple-crumble

pie was served along with some cream

puffs and strawberries with (white, milk,

and dark) choco dip. Seth excused himself

to go to the washroom.

“At first, I didn’t believe him when he said

he had a girlfriend,” she said once Seth had

gone. “If anything, I’m glad it’s you.”

I fumbled for a moment before clearing my

throat. “Thank you. I’m glad, too.”

She was making it really hard to hate her. I

tried not to think of what I should feel

because a part of me wanted to be mad at

her, to shout at her for cheating on her

husband. Another part wanted to feel guilty

for not being able to hate her like I thought

I would, and I was beginning to

understand how Seth must feel—to be torn

between his mom and dad—and I couldn’t

help but feel sorry for him.

“Isabelle?”

Both Isabelle and I looked up to see a dark-

haired woman hovering uncertainly by our

table.

As soon as Isabelle saw who it was, they

began to talk in a more mature version of

Lily and Alyssa’s high pitched squealing. I

watched them for a moment before looking

away, my eyes landing on a guy my age

standing unsurely behind the dark-haired

woman instead.

“This is my son, Dylan.” The woman placed

a hand on the guy’s arm and he introduced

himself politely. I wasn’t sure if it was just

my imagination, but his glance at me

seemed too last a second longer than

necessary.

“Seth’s is in the washroom right now,”

Isabelle said and gestured at me. “Kyla, I’d

like you to meet Julie. We used to work

together. Julie, this is Kyla, Seth’s girlfriend.”

Some pleasantries were exchanged and I

tried to be as polite as possible. The guy—

Dylan—was looking at me with a slight

smile on his face. I looked warily at the

direction of the restroom, waiting for Seth

to come back.

By the time he did, however, Julie and Dylan

were already seated at their own table at

the edge of the room.

“What did I miss?” Seth said as he sat back

down and Isabelle asked him if he

remembered Julie or not (he did), and the

conversation moved on.

By the time we finished all the courses, a

band had begun setting up at the podium

at the back of the room. Isabelle didn’t

allow us to drink wine, so she let us order

our own drinks (mine was a strawberry-

banana shake and Seth’s was lychee).

When Isabelle excused herself to take a call,

Seth inched his chair closer to mine.

His breath tickled my ear as he whispered,

“Some guy is staring at you.”

My cheeks burst into flames, and he

laughed when he noticed it, making me

blush even harder.

What he didn’t know was that my blush had

nothing to do with the guy staring at me

and instead had everything to do with his

sudden proximity.

“Seriously,” he murmured, and I tried to

ignore the shiver running down my spine.

“He won’t stop looking.”

I followed the direction he was looking at

to see Dylan looking over. He averted his

gaze at the last minute.

“It’s your mom’s friend’s son,” I told him,

sipping my drink through the straw.

I could tell he was about to say something,

but that was the moment the band started

to play. I didn’t recognize the song, but the

soft guitar plucking and piano riff was

soothing and slow.

Around us, people from the other tables

stood up and headed to what seemed like a

dance floor. Seth and I watched them for a

moment and I was just about to say

something about this when he suddenly

rose from his chair.