Part 3He Only Listens To Her
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“Remember that accident downtown last winter? The red truck that was blocking the entire pedestrian crossing? You physically pushed it with your car. The alarm blared, the crowd watched, and I was screaming. I was begging, ‘Jax, can you just listen to me for once?’ What did you say to me?”
“What are you getting at?”
“You said, ‘Not a chance.’”
Jax’s face was grim. He had always been this way—volatile, explosive, igniting at the slightest spark.
That day, I was furious. I tried to stop him at every turn. “Don’t do this. I’ll call for a tow truck. Let someone else move it.”
He wouldn’t listen. He just pushed forward, inch by inch.
“Jax, stop it!”
He floored the accelerator. More onlookers were gathering. People were calling the police.
I grabbed his arm, my eyes welling up. “Will you just listen to me for once? Please?”
His expression was blank. “No way.”
That is the kind of man he is.
And yet Dahlia sent a single text: “Jax, mind me.”
And he dropped everything and came to apologize.