Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right

‘Wayne is back!‘

I hadn’t seen that coming, just like I didn’t think he’d remember my dad’s number.

Matthew and Lindey were equally surprised, staring at Wayne in disbelief.

Wayne had been gone for four years without a single visit. His sudden return was a total surprise and a real thrill for them.

“Mom, Dad, what’s up? Aren’t you guys happy to see me?” Wayne said, walking over with a grin.

Wayne had always been the warm, big brother type. In the ten years I spent with the Johnston family before he left, he brought the most warmth to the house.

Unlike Jace, who was all about showing off how well he treated me, Wayne’s kindness was the real deal- quiet and genuine, more about what he did tha

“Wayne,” I called out to him.

This brought Matthew and Lindey back to their senses. Lindey released me, stood up, and walked to Wayne, lightly hitting him twice. “You still remembe

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Wayne glanced at me, then flashed a faint smile. “I wanted to surprise you guys.”

Lindey’s eyes welled up as Wayne hugged her and said, “Hi, Mom.”

Lindey playfully hit him before pulling him close. “You’ve been away for so long. Your dad and I thought wě upset you.”

“What are you talking about? I was just super busy abroad,” Wayne said, his eyes locking with mine, making my heart skip a beat.

I couldn’t help but think, ‘Is he back because of me?‘

Wayne’s arrival shifted the conversation away from Jace and me. I had said all I needed to, and Matthew seemed to accept it. Lindey was still struggling, but with Wayne and Matthew’s support, she’d eventually come to terms with it.

Wayne mentioned he hadn’t eaten and missed his parents‘ cooking, prompting them to rush to the kitchen to make a meal, insisting that I join them.

With just Wayne and me left in the living room, the awkwardness from our last phone conversation lingered.

Wayne broke the silence. “I thought you wouldn’t come here anymore.”

“What are you talking about? This is my home. I can come whenever I want,” I replied. Then I remembered

had another task: packing my things.

Seeing Matthew and Lindey busy in the kitchen, I knew this was the perfect time to pack my belongings and avoid the emotional strain of doing it in front of them.

“I’ll take Wayne’s luggage upstairs,” I said, standing up to grab his suitcase.

“No need!” Wayne refused, reaching for it.

Our hands touched, and I quickly pulled mine back. Wayne’s fingers lingered for a moment. “I’ve never let you carry anything heavy since we were kids. I’m not starting now.”

It was true. Whenever we were together, he never let me carry even a piece of paper.

Besides being treated like a fallback girl by Jace, I never felt mistreated in this family.

“You’ve always been good to me,” I said, flashing Wayne a nostalgic smile.

“I thought you’d forgotten that,” he replied.

Not sure what to say next, I extended my hand. “Let me take your bag.”

This time, he didn’t argue. I grabbed his bag and followed him upstairs.

His room was at the very end, next to mine and Jace’s. Mine was in the middle, and Jace’s was the

outermost.

With all the renovations going on, Jace’s room door was open, showing the mess inside.