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He Lost Me Before He Knew It
Novelix
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" On Thanksgiving, my boyfriend Ethan finally agreed to come home with me and meet my parents. He saw my phone. Forty-nine percent. He turned the car around. “I told you your phone needs to be above 50% before you leave the house. If you can’t even manage something that simple, what’s the point of meeting your parents?” Then his phone buzzed. Vanessa. “My phone’s almost dead. I’m at the airport alone, and I’m scared.” He headed straight for the airport to pick her up. I demanded an explanation. “Her phone is dying, so you rush to pick her up. Mine’s at 49%, and suddenly meeting my parents doesn’t matter?” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “She’s alone at the airport. What if her phone dies and she can’t reach anyone? Can you stop being so selfish?” Vanessa waited by the curb in a cream coat, phone in hand, not a hair out of place. She stepped into his arms as if she’d rehearsed it, then handed him her phone. Ninety-eight percent. He saw it. I watched him see it. Then he smiled and kissed her forehead. “Don’t scare me like that next time.” I looked at the 49% on my own screen and wondered if it was time to end this relationship too. …"
Chapters (3)
Chapter 1
On Thanksgiving, my boyfriend Ethan finally agreed to come home with me and meet my parents.
He saw my phone. Forty-nine percent. He turned the car around.
“I told you your phone needs to be above 50% before you leave the house. If you can’t even manage something that simple, what’s the point of meeting your parents?”
Then his phone buzzed. Vanessa.
“My phone’s almost dead. I’m at the airport alone, and I’m scared.”
He headed straight for the airport to pick her up.
I demanded an explanation. “Her phone is dying, so you rush to pick her up. Mine’s at 49%, and suddenly meeting my parents doesn’t matter?”
Ethan’s jaw tightened.
“She’s alone at the airport. What if her phone dies and she can’t reach anyone? Can you stop being so selfish?”
Vanessa waited by the curb in a cream coat, phone in hand, not a hair out of place. She stepped into his arms as if she’d rehearsed it, then handed him her phone.
Ninety-eight percent.
He saw it. I watched him see it. Then he smiled and kissed her forehead.
“Don’t scare me like that next time.”
I looked at the 49% on my own screen and wondered if it was time to end this relationship too.
…
By the time I took a cab home, my parents had already reheated dinner twice.
“Mom, stop waiting. He’s not coming.”
I had barely sat down when the doorbell rang.
Ethan Parker stood at the door. Vanessa Reed was right behind him.
Vanessa held several boxes of cookies. She stopped short when she saw me, then blushed and apologized.
“Claire, I’m sorry. I was starving on the way over.”
“I didn’t know your parents had made these holiday treats especially for Ethan. I opened the boxes and ate a few.”
I looked down.
The boxes had been opened, and half the cookies in the top layer were gone.
Ethan frowned, took the boxes from her, and set them aside.
“They’re just a few boxes of cookies. It’s not a big deal.”
“What happened today was my fault. Don’t take it out on Vanessa.”
I looked up at him, finding the whole thing absurd.
“Today was supposed to be the first time you met my parents.”
“That’s different.”
Ethan looked at me. He was already annoyed.
“Your phone had plenty of charge. You could still reach your family. She thought she was about to lose contact with everyone.”
He said it as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.
There it was.
There was no rule. There had never been one.
He just didn’t care.
Vanessa burst into tears.
“This is all my fault. How about I treat everyone to lunch tomorrow? I’ll make it up to Claire.”
She sounded so apologetic.
Anything I said now would make me look petty.
The next afternoon, she really did book a restaurant.
The waiter set down the seafood platter. I counted the shrimp before I realized I’d stopped breathing.
The platter was piled high with shrimp and crab.
I set down my fork.
“I’m allergic.”
Ethan was mixing butter sauce for Vanessa. He barely glanced up.
“So eat around it.”
“Ethan. It’s on the same plate.”
He barely looked up.
“God, Claire. Just a bite. You make everything a thing.”
Halfway through the meal, Ethan pulled a sheet of paper from his bag and laid it on the table.
I recognized the numbers before I understood what I was looking at.
It was a log of my phone battery levels.
It listed when I left the house, how much battery I had left, and whether I’d charged my phone beforehand—every last detail.
A few friends at the table leaned over to look and immediately burst out laughing.
“Ethan, wow. You really keep track of everything.”
“Claire definitely deserves a punishment today.”
Vanessa smiled at me too.
“Claire, Ethan is really strict with you.”
“But I guess he’s only looking out for you.”
Someone else chimed in.
“Then Claire should have to peel a whole plate of crab for Vanessa.”
I gripped my fork tighter and said,
“I’m not doing it.”
Ethan lifted his eyes, his expression cooling.
“It’s just one meal. Do you really have to make such a big deal out of it?”
Everyone around the table was looking at me.
They were waiting for me to give in and play along.
In the end, I put on a pair of gloves and dragged the plate of crab in front of me.
The shell split under the cracker and bit into my thumb.
Blood came up fast, dark against the white tablecloth.
I folded a napkin over the cut and kept working.
Across the table, Ethan had his attention on Vanessa.
He was putting potatoes on her plate, asking if she wanted more butter.
Hot butter splashed across the table.
Vanessa yelped.
Ethan shot to his feet, grabbed her hand, and rushed her toward the sink.
“Where did it burn you? Let me see.”
I looked down and replaced the bloodied napkin. The blood from my fingertip had already stained the crab meat red.
Only then did one of the friends beside me hand me a Band-Aid.
I thanked them and put it on myself.
After lunch, Vanessa waved her phone.
“Ethan, can you drive me home? My battery’s almost dead, and I’m worried I won’t be able to call a ride.”
Ethan nodded, then turned to me.
“You can get home on your own. You live nearby.”
I looked at him.
“My phone is almost dead too.”
He didn’t hesitate.
“You’re always so good at planning, aren’t you? Figure it out yourself.”
Then he opened the passenger door for Vanessa.
The passenger door clicked shut.
The rules had never been rules. They’d been a leash.
On my way home, I had just turned off our couples’ location-sharing app
when the battery died and the screen went black.
I stood by the side of the road and borrowed a stranger’s phone to call my mother.
The moment she answered, I could tell something was wrong with her voice.
“Mom, what happened?”
There was silence on the other end for several seconds before she finally said,
“Your dad’s in the hospital.”
Chapter 2
Early the next morning, Ethan came to the hospital.
He was carrying breakfast. The moment he walked in, he looked at me first.
“Why did you turn off your location sharing?”
I followed him out into the hallway.
The moment we stopped, he held out his hand.
“Give me your phone.”
I instinctively stepped back. “No.”
He reached for it anyway.
I tried to dodge him, but I was too slow.
He entered my passcode without hesitation, unlocked my phone, and reinstalled our couples’ location-sharing app.
Then he enabled another low-battery alert.
On the settings screen, I saw that the alerts were being shared with Vanessa as well as him.
I snatched my phone back, my voice trembling.
“Why does she have access too?”
Ethan’s tone was flat.
“If I’m in a meeting and can’t reach you, she can remind you to charge your phone.”
Just then, Vanessa walked over carrying a fruit basket.
“Claire, please don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t want to get involved either.”
“But Ethan worries about you, so I said I’d help.”
I looked at her, my chest tight with frustration.
Vanessa set down the fruit basket, then looked carefully at Ethan.
“Ethan, when I got home yesterday, I noticed someone had tampered with my door lock again.”
“I’m honestly a little scared.”
Ethan’s brows immediately drew together.
“Move into the new place for now.”
My head snapped up.
“That’s the home we bought for after we get married.”
Ethan looked at me, his voice indifferent.
“No one’s living there yet. Vanessa would only be staying temporarily.”
My fingers tightened.
“My parents paid half the cost of that house for me.”
His expression turned cold.
“Claire, we’re not even married yet, and you’re already keeping score?”
Vanessa hurriedly waved her hands.
“Forget it. I won’t stay there.”
“Claire doesn’t like me. I can’t let the two of you fight because of me.”
Ethan immediately took out the keys.
“Take them.”
The keys clinked into Vanessa’s palm. Voices blurred around me; all I could hear clearly was the metal striking her rings.
She stroked the keychain, tears still hanging on her cheeks.
But the corners of her mouth had already curved upward.
I reached for the keys.
Ethan stepped in front of her.
“She’s a woman living alone. If something happens to her, are you going to take responsibility?”
My mother’s urgent voice came from the hospital room.
“Claire, your dad doesn’t feel well!”
I rushed back inside.
My father was clutching his chest, his face gray-white.
The doctor arrived quickly and said he needed further tests immediately.
I called Ethan at once.
When he answered, the first thing he asked was,
“How much battery do you have?”
I couldn’t move.
“Forty-six percent.”
His tone hardened at once.
“I told you not to go anywhere when your battery’s below fifty percent.”
“Ethan, my dad needs tests right now. There’s emergency money on the bank card I left at home. It would take you ten minutes to drive over and get it.”
“Find somewhere to charge your phone first.”
I gripped the phone, my palm slick with cold sweat.
“My dad’s life is on the line.”
I couldn’t stop myself from shouting at him.
He was silent for a few seconds.
“You’re not the only family member at the hospital.”
Then he hung up.
I stood at the hospital billing desk, my vision dimming at the edges.
Half an hour later, I borrowed a charger from a nurse, and my phone finally turned back on.
Vanessa had posted a new Instagram story.
The photo showed the home Ethan and I had bought together.
She was wearing slippers, sitting on the sofa I had personally chosen.
The caption read:
“First night in my new home. He says nothing matters more than a girl feeling safe when she lives alone.”
I opened the photo.
A set of keys lay on the coffee table. Ethan’s hand was visible beside them.
He was unwrapping a new power strip with USB chargers for her.
Someone immediately asked in the comments,
“Is this the new place you and Ethan bought together?”
Vanessa replied,
“Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m only staying here temporarily.”
I stared at those words, feeling the warmth drain from my fingers.
My father was still lying in a hospital bed.
And Ethan was busy setting up my future home for her.
Chapter 3
My father’s test results came back, and the doctor said he needed surgery as soon as possible.
My mother sat on a bench in the hallway, clutching the hospital’s cost estimate in her hand, unable to say a word.
I took the estimate from her. I read the total twice, hoping I’d mistaken a digit.
I called Ethan. It rang for a long time before he answered.
“What is it?”
My voice was hoarse.
“My dad needs surgery. Insurance only covers part of it, and we’re still short on the deductible and post-op care. Transfer the emergency fund from the house account to me first.”
That account included the reserve money my parents had left after helping us with the down payment.
We had agreed that whatever remained after the renovations would be set aside for the wedding.
He was silent for two seconds.
My phone lit up with an alert from the couples tracking app.
“Claire Bennett’s current battery level is 48%, below the safe threshold.”
Ethan’s voice turned cold too.
“You’re in no state to handle a large transfer right now.”
I closed my eyes.
“Ethan, this is for my dad’s surgery. It’s money my parents put in!”
I could hear the irritation in his voice.
“Every time something happens, your battery just happens to be low. How do I know this isn’t another case of poor planning?”
I clutched the payment statement until my fingertips turned white.
“My dad is about to go into surgery.”
He answered calmly.
“Go charge your phone first. Stop panicking every time something happens.”
My stomach turned.
“Ethan, I’m not asking you for a favor.”
“I’m asking for my own money back.”
He paused for a few seconds.
“Vanessa’s dealing with something today too. Her family’s coming over, and she needs me there for support.”
Then the call ended.
I stood in the hallway, too numb even to cry.
In the end, I drained my savings and borrowed money from Emma to cover the estimated out-of-pocket costs.
My mother, eyes red, asked where Ethan was.
I told her he was busy.
She looked at me for a long time, then asked nothing more.
After my father was wheeled into the operating room, Vanessa sent me a message.
“Claire, don’t blame Ethan.”
“My ex-husband keeps harassing me, and my family is pressuring me to get back together with him. Ethan’s only pretending to be my fiancé to help me.”
I stared at the message. For a moment, my thoughts just stopped.
Then she sent me the hotel’s event setup plan.
Ethan and Vanessa’s engagement party.
There was a date printed below it.
Tomorrow.
I called him.
Ethan answered almost immediately.
“You saw it?”
My voice trembled.
“You’re throwing an engagement party with her?”
“It’s fake.”
He sounded completely calm.
“Her ex won’t leave her alone. I’m just going through the motions for her.”
“What about our engagement?”
He was silent for a few seconds.
“Your dad’s in the hospital anyway. We can’t hold ours right now.”
A bitter laugh nearly escaped me.
“So you’re using my venue to get engaged to her?”
His tone turned cold.
“Claire, don’t make it sound worse than it is.”
“It’s just for show. We’re not actually getting married.”
I heard Vanessa sniffle softly on the other end of the line.
“If Claire doesn’t want this, forget it. I don’t want Ethan put in a difficult position because of me.”
Ethan’s voice softened immediately.
“Don’t cry.”
Then he said to me,
“You should come tomorrow too.”
I couldn’t move.
“What would I be there for?”
“To help make Vanessa’s story believable.”
“You’re her friend. If you’re there, her family will be more likely to believe it.”
I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
My father was lying in an operating room.
And Ethan wanted me to attend his engagement party with another woman.
I asked him,
“You really think I’m going to go?!”
Ethan’s voice went cold.
“Then there’s no point in us getting engaged either.”
I didn’t answer. I simply hung up.
That evening, I went home to get clean clothes for my mother.
When I passed by the new house, I still stopped.
The code to the front door had been changed.
Eventually, the door opened from the inside.
Vanessa was wearing my slippers and the coat I had left in the closet.
When she saw me, a flicker of panic crossed her face.
“Claire, why are you here?”
I looked past her.
My framed photos had been packed into cardboard boxes, and her dresses were hanging on the balcony.
Invitations for tomorrow’s engagement party were spread across the table.
Beside them was the guest list my parents had originally written for my engagement party.
I picked it up, my fingers trembling.
“Who gave this to you?”
Ethan walked out of the kitchen.
“I did.”
He was still holding a glass of warm milk.
“Vanessa has a lot of relatives. I let her use your list as a reference.”
I stared at the guest list.
Every name on it belonged to a friend or relative my parents had carefully written down themselves.
Now all of them had become part of Vanessa’s celebration.
Ethan frowned at me.
“Don’t start acting crazy again.”
I put the list back on the table.
I didn’t say a word.
Before I turned to leave, I heard Vanessa ask softly,
“Will she really come tomorrow?”
Ethan answered casually,
“She will.”
“She’d never be able to leave me.”
