Chapter 2 Growing up , Chase Anderson was the neighborhood terror - wild , uncontrollable , constantly getting chased around by his mother with a wooden spoon . I was premature , always sickly . My parents were overprotective . They barely let me leave the house to play with other kids . I'd just sit by my window , watching everyone else run around freely , wishing I could join them . Whenever Chase saw me sitting there looking lost , he'd sneak over with little snacks , pinch my cheeks , and whisper : " When are you gonna come play with me , little sis ? " In middle school , when my health finally improved and my parents loosened up , he became my constant protector . " Quinn , if anyone ever messes with you , just drop my name . They'll back off real quick . " From then on , I was never alone . He'd take me anywhere I wanted to go . If someone bullied me , he'd appear out of nowhere like some kind of superhero . College came naturally - we made it official . He was even more tender with me then , giving me all his attention and love . Until junior year , when Vivian Carter showed up and destroyed everything beautiful between us . She was smart , gorgeous , efficient , confident . Also his classmate in the same major . They had this whole language I couldn't understand . At first , Chase would translate for me . Later , he got annoyed ; " You wouldn't get what we're talking about anyway . Why don't you go do your own thing ? " They talked about everything - real life, online stuff , day and night . Meanwhile , Chase and I barely exchanged more than a few words . Friends warned me to watch their relationship more closely . I brushed it off . Even couples need privacy , right ? I trusted him . He wouldn't fall for someone else . 14:55 Who Needs a Divorce Lawyer When You OWN the Company ? Honey . You Are FIRED ! 23.2 % Chapter 2 But just as this love story was about to reach its perfect ending , reality dealt me a harsh slap in the face . Pulling my thoughts back to the present , I looked at the person in front of me , my mind so tangled that I didn't know what to say . That night , Chase didn't leave . Said he was worried about me . I stared at him for a long time . " Whatever . " I went to my room , locking the door just as he tried to follow . Chase stood outside , looking conflicted . After a pause : " Quinn, I'll be right here . When you're feeling better , come find me , okay ? " I ignored him . Hot tears fell on my cold hands , burning where they landed . Chase Anderson , I don't want to love you anymore . Next morning , I woke up with a pounding headache and walked out to see Chase frantically throwing on his jacket . " Quinn , I've got an emergency . Gotta run , but I'll pick you up tonight for dinner . " Before I could respond , he was gone . So fast I barely processed it . I pressed my lips together , glancing at the couch where he'd slept , noticing he'd left his phone behind in his rush . I picked it up , planning to drop it off at his office later . That's when a message popped up . Chase never used a passcode - everything was visible on his lock screen . The message was from someone saved as " Little Piggy . " A photo of Vivian sitting in a hospital emergency room , looking disheveled but managing a peace sign at the camera . Her message read : [ Don't rush over here , drive safe . I'll wait for you . ]