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My Rockstar's Heartstrings: Three Years of Loving You From Afar novel Chapter 5

Summary for Chapter 5: My Rockstar's Heartstrings: Three Years of Loving You From Afar

Chapter 5 – A Turning Point in My Rockstar's Heartstrings: Three Years of Loving You From Afar by Kylie Homme

In this chapter of My Rockstar's Heartstrings: Three Years of Loving You From Afar, Kylie Homme introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 5 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Internet genre.

Kaylee's POV

The memories faded as torrential rain hammered down around us.

Jax slammed on the brakes, bringing his luxury car to a stop outside my building.

Three years had passed. I'd upgraded from a basement to a small studio in a rundown apartment complex.

I reached for the door handle, ready to escape, but Jax caught my arm.

"Where's your husband?" he demanded. "Have him come down and get you."

I stayed silent as tension filled the car.

"Wasn't he the rich guy you dumped me for?" Jax sneered. "What kind of loaded husband lets his pregnant wife walk through this downpour? Call him down."

I replied evenly: "He's at work."

"Kaylee!" Jax slammed his fist against the steering wheel, patience shattered.

"You're still lying to my face? What married couple lives in a dump like this?!"

"I asked around your team. Everyone says you're single."

Why was he investigating me?

What would Selena think if she heard?

But it hardly mattered. Selena wouldn't see an assistant as competition—she'd probably think Jax was just making idle gossip out of boredom. So I met his gaze calmly:

"He's dead."

Jax's eyes went wide.

"Yes, my husband is dead."

"Then how are you pregnant..."

"Some random guy. One-night stand." I unbuckled my seatbelt. "Bottom line—none of your business."

Selena was the daughter-in-law they envisioned.

I kept walking, not noticing a deep puddle until I tripped and crashed hard onto the wet pavement.

A sharp pain shot through my stomach, and I started dry heaving.

In an instant, the driver's door of the luxury car flew open, and Jax strode toward me.

He yanked off his jacket, wrapped it around me, and scooped me up.

"Jax, have you lost your mind?" I protested. "We broke up—"

He cut me off, fuming: "Every word you don't say earns you ten grand."

I: "..."

I shut my mouth instinctively.

"You really do love money more than anything, don't you?" Jax exploded, practically throwing me into the passenger seat before speeding toward the hospital.

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