Seven Days Before the Apocalypse Chapter 4

"Ding—"

My phone rang with an incoming message. I didn't want to deal with it.

But seconds later, another came through.

Message after message, endlessly annoying.

I glanced at my phone.

They were from Ryan Chase.

I casually opened a few voice messages.

[Rain Hart, what the hell is wrong with you? Quitting in the middle of a game? You made us lose.]

[Oh, so now you're ignoring me?]

[We're done. I'm breaking up with you!]

...

Row after row of voice messages, all accusing me.

Thinking about it, he hadn't always been like this.

Before, he'd been accommodating, saving money to buy me gifts. When I got sick, he'd rush over with medicine.

I remembered the first time we played together—we'd lost badly, but he'd smiled and comforted me: "Rain, we lost because I wasn't good enough to carry you. It's not your fault."

His temper used to be so good. Why had he changed?

Had I been blind all along?

Resisting the urge to slap myself, I blocked and deleted him.

I didn't have time to waste on him now.

In my past life, he'd become Chelsea's lapdog to survive. This time, without the system, let's see who she could rely on.