Ch. Mr.chatterbox for her, Mr.Icebox for me? Ice melts and so did my love. 22 Mr.chatterbox for her, Mr.Icebox for me? Ice melts and so did my love. 22

Chapter 1 

Chapter 1 

I used to text Sean about everything. 

A flower I saw on my way to work. How bad the coffee was at the new place. The sunset on my drive home. 

Sometimes I’d text him just because I thought of him. 

He never said much back. A “yeah” here. A “got it” there. But he always replied. 

For six months, I told myself that was enough. 

I made it through the engagement. The dress fittings. The venue tours. All the way to five days before the wedding. 

That’s when I opened his laptop and saw it. 

An AI program. Auto-replying to my texts. 

It read what I sent, pulled a keyword, and sent back the safest response it could find. 

Miss you “Yeah.” 

I’m upset – “Got it.” 

Can we talk? – “Stop.” 

Turns out, for the past six months, Sean was never the one responding to me. 

Then I saw his other chat. The one with another woman. 

Pages and pages of messages. 

Good morning texts. Late-night calls. Plans to go to the beach. Plans for everything. 

That’s when I finally got it. 

Sean could love someone. He just didn’t love me. 

Sean came home late that night. 

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He walked in, dropped his keys, and didn’t even look at me. 

“Why are you still up?” 

I was sitting on the couch. Waiting. 

“I wanted to talk.” 

He sighed. 

“Couldn’t you just text me?” 

I stared at him. 

“Do you think I talk too much?” 

He stopped. Looked at me like I was being dramatic. 

“Why are you asking me that?” 

“Just answer.” 

He sat down. Rubbed his face. 

“Sometimes, yeah.” 

“When?” 

“Like when I’m working and you send me random stuff. Today you texted me about some dessert place. Then about flowers for the wedding. Then about a broken streetlight.” 

He laughed. Not in a nice way. 

“Nora, do you realize you tell me everything?” 

I felt my chest tighten. 

“Isn’t that what people do? When they love someone?” 

“But I don’t have the energy for it.” 

He leaned back. Looked at me like I was exhausting him. 

“I work all day. I come home tired. And then I have to deal with your emotions. Can you just grow up?” 

Sean loved telling me to grow up. 

Mr. Chatterbox for Her, Mr. Iceberg for Me? Ice Melts, and So Did My Love! 

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Chapter 1 

When I wanted to celebrate our anniversary, he’d say I was being childish. 

When I asked him to come dress shopping with me, he’d say I was making a big deal out of nothing. 

When I tried to tell him about my day, he’d say everyone has problems. 

But today, I saw his messages with Emma. 

Hundreds of them. 

I spent all afternoon scrolling. I only made it back six months. 

And the Sean in those messages? I didn’t know him. 

He was sweet. Patient. He’d spend half an hour comforting her because she ate a sour grape. 

A sour grape. 

I stared at him. 

“Why doesn’t Emma need to grow up?” 

He looked at me like I was crazy. 

“Are you seriously starting a fight right now?” 

That’s what he always did. Every time I mentioned Emma, I was the one being unreasonable. 

Not this time. 

“Forget Emma,” I said. “If you didn’t want to talk to me, you could’ve just said so. Why make an AI to do it for you?” 

His face changed. 

“How did you-” He stopped. “Did you go through my laptop?” 

I didn’t answer. 

He rubbed his face. Sighed like I was exhausting him. 

“You always said I never made you anything. So I made you something. That’s your gift.” 

I felt something crack inside me. 

Sean was a genius developer. Everyone said so. 

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