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Time Between Lost Worlds - Steven Bennett 80 Summary In Chapter 80 of "Time Between Lost Worlds," Whitney finds herself disturbed by an unexpected late-night call from Carter, who confronts her about a trending topic related to Emily's reputation. Their conversation quickly escalates into a heated exchange, revealing deep-seated emotions and unresolved tensions between them. Whitney's annoyance at Carter's accusations about her involvement in Emily's situation is palpable, as she grapples with feelings of anger and frustration.

The confrontation is charged, with both characters struggling to assert their perspectives while also revealing their vulnerabilities. Carter's visit is motivated by jealousy and a desire to understand Whitney's actions, but his approach only fuels her irritation. As they argue, it becomes clear that their past relationship is still a source of pain for both. Whitney's defensive stance and Carter's probing questions highlight the emotional turmoil that lingers between them.

Despite their breakup, the connection they once shared complicates their current interactions, filled with longing and resentment. Whitney's revelation that she has moved on with someone else adds another layer of complexity, igniting Carter's jealousy and confusion. The chapter culminates in a confrontation that leaves both characters feeling raw and exposed. Whitney asserts her independence and determination to move forward, while Carter grapples with feelings of betrayal and loss.

Their exchange reveals the fragility of their emotional states, as both are haunted by memories of their past together. Carter's realization that Whitney no longer loves him hits hard, leading him to question how their relationship could have deteriorated so completely. As Whitney retreats to her apartment, she reflects on her current situation with Klein, feeling a mix of amusement and irritation at his attempts to connect with her. The chapter closes with Klein anxiously awaiting a response from Whitney, unaware of the emotional storm she is navigating.

This dynamic showcases the complexity of relationships, as both Whitney and Carter are left to confront their feelings of jealousy, regret, and the longing for what once was. The chapter ends on a note of uncertainty, emphasizing the emotional weight that lingers in the aftermath of their confrontation. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **Time Between Lost Worlds - Steven Bennett** **Chapter 80** Whitney had just completed her nightly rituals, the familiar routine providing a sense of comfort, when her phone buzzed insistently on the nightstand.

The caller ID displayed an unknown number, causing her to hesitate for a moment, a flicker of anxiety creeping in. It could be a client, she thought, her mind racing with possibilities. With a resigned sigh, she answered the call. As soon as the voice on the other end broke through, her expression shifted from casual curiosity to a darkened frown. "It's me. Either you're coming downstairs, or I'm coming up," Carter's voice was firm, devoid of any room for negotiation. Whitney clicked her tongue in irritation, feeling the familiar stirrings of annoyance.

"Carter, have you even checked what time it is?" she retorted, her tone sharp. "Guess you didn't care about the time when you decided to ruin Emily's reputation, did you?" Carter shot back, his words laced with an edge that made her stomach churn. Whitney's breath caught in her throat. 'So that's why he's here. It's all about Emily,' she thought, her mind racing as the implications settled in. "I'm only giving you three minutes. Unless you want your neighbors calling the cops on you for disturbing their sleep in the middle of the night," Carter warned, his voice unwavering.

A chill ran down Whitney's spine, and she felt her gaze harden as she replied, "Alright, but this is the last time I'm putting up with this." If he dared to pull this stunt again, she would not hesitate to call the authorities. Three minutes later, Carter leaned against his car, his posture relaxed yet tense, as he awaited Whitney's arrival. Though only a week had passed since he last saw her, it felt like a lifetime. The memory of dropping off that dress for her was still fresh, a bittersweet reminder of the connection they once shared.

Whitney descended the stairs, clad in a silk nightgown that flowed gracefully around her. She had thrown on a knitted cardigan, its fabric soft against her skin, as she hurried down. Her long hair was swept back, revealing the elegant curve of her neck. Carter's gaze lingered on her fair-skinned chest and delicate collarbone, a wave of longing washing over him. He swallowed hard, fighting to maintain the composure he desperately tried to project. Whitney had rushed downstairs, her mind racing with thoughts of avoiding a scene.

But as she caught the way Carter's eyes roamed over her, a wave of disgust washed over her, prompting her to pull the cardigan tighter around her shoulders. "Carter, if you've got something to say, just spit it out!" she snapped, her voice laced with irritation. Carter, momentarily lost in thought, snapped back to reality. "Was it you trending topic out there?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he tried to gauge her reaction. "Are you really that jealous of her? Jealous enough to pay for a smear campaign?" he pressed, his voice rising slightly.

Carter took a step closer, the tension between them palpable. "If you were really jealous, you could've just refused to call off the engagement. Then you'd still be Mrs. Harris." Whitney rolled her eyes, her patience wearing thin. "Cut it out! Stop making these pointless assumptions," she shot back, her voice cold and impatient. "First off, I didn't pay for that trending topic about Emily plagiarizing.

I don't have the kind of pull to keep her a trending topic all night." With a sneer, she continued, "If I really did have that kind of power, wouldn't you be able to get it taken down yourself?" Carter felt a pang in his chest, a mix of frustration and something deeper. He knew she was right, but he wanted to see just how deeply Whitney was entangled in this mess. A flicker of hope ignited within him; if she truly acted out of jealousy, perhaps, just perhaps, he still held some significance in her life.

Over the past month and a half since their breakup, Whitney had systematically chipped away at his confidence. Carter was desperate to find even the slightest shred of evidence that she had ever loved him. He couldn't quite explain why this mattered so much to him, but the possibility that there was still a connection between them filled him with a hope that overshadowed his anger. "Even if you didn't pay for the trending topic, you were the one who took that singer boy to a lawyer to make trouble for Emily, weren't you?" he challenged, his voice firm.

"Can you honestly say you didn't have any ulterior motives?" he pressed, his gaze unwavering. Carter stared deeply into her eyes, searching for any sign of remorse or guilt. But to his dismay, she responded with a mocking smile, her expression cold. "No. No jealousy, nor ulterior motives. I'm just sick of you both," she declared, her voice as frigid as ice. "Your wedding is next month, Carter. So have some self-respect and stop bothering me," she added, her words striking like a dagger. Carter was taken aback, the realization hitting him like a punch to the gut.

"You already know?" he stammered, confusion clouding his thoughts. Then it dawned on him. "Did my cousin tell you?" he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice. Whitney responded with a faint smile, "No. As soon as you two set the date, your dear Milly couldn't wait to come brag about it." "Congratulations. You finally got what you wanted. And congratulations to me, too," she said, a hint of bitterness creeping into her tone. Congrats to me for finally being free from all this drama, Whitney thought, a sense of relief washing over her. Carter's irritation flared.

"Whitney, what do you mean?" Her words felt like a blow to his ego, shattering whatever confidence he had left. "Oh, shouldn't I be congratulating you?" Whitney raised an eyebrow, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "She's the girl you've loved for years, the one you've always held close to your heart. Now you two can finally be together without hiding. Of course, I should congratulate you." "Whitney, I don't want to hear it. Stop acting like you're so above it all, alright?" Carter muttered, his voice low and tense, the frustration evident. Whitney narrowed her eyes, her smile unwavering.

"Who's pretending? Oh, by the way, I have a boyfriend now. So, congrats to you, and congrats to me." "Wait, what?" Carter blurted out, completely thrown off guard by her revelation. For a moment, he stood frozen, grappling with disbelief. Whitney shot him a scornful smile, relishing his shock. "I said, I have a boyfriend." A recent image flashed through Carter's mind, the photo of Whitney with another man. The anger surged within him as he grabbed her wrist, his voice tight with frustration.

"Whitney, are you really going to throw yourself away for some old man?" "You really think being some old man's sugar baby is something to brag about? What's he got, money? I've got money too. Why don't you just come crawling back to me instead?" Carter snapped, his voice rising. In an instant, a sharp slap landed across Carter's face, the sting echoing in the silence that followed. Whitney's eyes turned ice-cold. "Carter, don't project your dirty mind onto me." "Since we broke up, I've said it a million times. I don't love you anymore.

I don't care who you're with; it's your own business," she declared flatly, her resolve unyielding. "If you harass me again, I'll call the cops," she warned, her tone leaving no room for doubt. With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, not daring to look back. She wasn't lying. The reality of their breakup had extinguished any lingering feelings she once had for Carter. Now, all she sought was payback. Carter stood rooted to the spot, lost in a sea of confusion and despair. His heart felt as if it were being crushed by an invisible fist, the weight of her words suffocating.

How could she just stop loving me? he wondered, dazed and bewildered. How could she let go so easily? The thought gnawed at him, leaving him reeling. She had once loved him so fiercely. How could their world have shifted so dramatically? The original reason for his visit had evaporated from his mind, replaced by a single thought: Whitney was now with someone else, and worse, it was an older man who couldn't possibly compare to him. Jealousy surged within him, spiraling out of control, an emotion he had never anticipated feeling so intensely. How ironic.

In the end, he was the one consumed by jealousy. As Carter wandered away, looking utterly shattered, Whitney returned to her apartment, feeling nothing but irritation. She hadn't taken her phone with her, but as she noticed the screen glowing on her nightstand, she picked it up with a sigh. Ten missed calls and several unread messages lit up the screen. [The new bed gets here next week.] [Wanna break it in together?] [You asleep? Or are you mad at me?

I just meant, it's gonna be our bed soon.] [Seriously, are you mad?] [Sorry I made you upset, my bad.] [Whit, pick up the phone.] Whitney scrolled through the messages, a strange mix of emotions swirling within her. 'Klein really sounds like he's trying to please his girlfriend,' she mused, a hint of amusement creeping in. She had never thought of herself as Klein's girlfriend. They were simply two people using each other to get what they wanted, nothing more.

Klein had been kind to her, always looking out for her, but the heartbreak of falling for a man, loving him deeply, and then being betrayed was a wound she couldn't bear to revisit. Maybe it was okay to be selfish, just this once. Whitney wasn't in the mood to respond tonight. With a heavy heart, she pulled the covers over her head and surrendered to sleep. Klein sat in silence, lips pursed, staring at his phone, emotions swirling within him. He kept waiting for a response, but it never came. 'Maybe she really is asleep,' he thought, a flicker of concern crossing his mind.

Dustin, half-asleep, was jolted awake when his phone rang. Squinting at the caller ID, he let out a tired sigh and muttered, "Klein, man, what do you want now?" 'How many times has this happened? Why does he always call me in the middle of the night?' Dustin thought, exasperated. "Let me ask you something. Why do women just not reply to messages?" Klein asked, his voice tinged with frustration. Dustin blinked, shaking off the remnants of sleep. "Huh? What are you talking about?" "I mean, why do women ignore messages?" Klein repeated, his tone earnest.

Dustin chuckled, sensing the familiar pattern. 'Seems Klein's tangled up in girl trouble again,' he thought, amusement creeping in. "Well, most of the time, if a woman doesn't reply, it's probably because she finds you annoying. You know what I mean?" Dustin replied, his voice light. "So, Klein, is a girl ghosting you or what?" he teased. The call abruptly ended, leaving Dustin shaking his head. 'Damn! Klein doesn't even give me a chance to mess with him,' he muttered, a smile playing on his lips as he settled back into bed.

Conclusion In the aftermath of their confrontation, both Whitney and Carter were left grappling with the remnants of a love that had turned bitter. Whitney, having fortified her heart against the pain of betrayal, felt a strange sense of liberation wash over her as she closed the door on Carter's lingering presence. She had fought hard to reclaim her identity, and while the wounds of her past still stung, she was determined to move forward on her own terms.

The revelation of her new relationship with Klein was a step towards embracing her independence, even if it was born out of necessity rather than genuine affection. As she nestled into her bed, she felt a mixture of relief and irritation, a reminder that healing was a messy process that often came with conflicting emotions. For Carter, the encounter was a harsh awakening to the reality of his situation.

The jealousy that surged within him was a bitter pill to swallow, forcing him to confront the depth of his feelings for Whitney, feelings he had thought were buried under layers of pride and resentment. As he walked away, the weight of her words echoed in his mind, leaving him to grapple with the loss of a love he had taken for granted. The realization that Whitney had moved on without him struck hard, igniting a painful reflection on his own choices.

Readers will be on the edge of their seats as they witness Carter's struggle to come to terms with the idea of Whitney moving on, and whether he will confront his emotions head-on or retreat into bitterness. Will he try to win her back, or will his pride keep him from making the first move? Simultaneously, Whitney's internal conflict will deepen as she navigates her feelings for Klein, who seems oblivious to the emotional turmoil brewing just beneath the surface.

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