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Simon's POV

"Hi Simon! Meet my parents!" Isabelle said, squeezing my hand. Words could not explain how awkward I was feeling right now. Relax, Simon. You have to keep this up for Clary. For Clary. I thought.

"You can call me Maryse." Isabelle's mom said, shaking my hand, "My husband's name is Robert."

"Pleased to meet you." I said, trying not to look as frightened as I felt, "Please, sit down and make yourselves comfortable." Isabelle gave me a thumbs up.

"Isabelle tells me that you're quite the gentleman." Robert said, looking at me, "I would hate for anyone to break her heart."

"Yes, we all believe that she deserves an amazing soulmate." Maryse said, "so, when's the wedding?"

I paled. What wedding? I never proposed to her! I thought frantically. My phone dinged. I got three messages from Isabelle.

Isabelle: I may have told them you proposed to me.

Isabelle: I'm sorry.

Isabelle: I'm so sorry.

Simon: What the hell, Isabelle! I guess I have to come up with some random lie.

"Oh, yes, it's on August 23rd." I said. Oh shit. That's Clary's birthday.

"Clarissa Fairchild's birthday?" Maryse asked curiously.

"Oh, you must be mistaken. Clary's Birthday is August 13th." I said, glancing at a picture of Clary and I on my desk.

"Simon, are you listening to what I am asking you?" Maryse said, looking at where I was looking at.

Maryse and Robert started whispering. "Simon Lewis, based on our analysis that we do on almost all of Isabelle's future partners, we have come to the conclusion that you are not in love with Isabelle, at least not anymore. First of all, you aren't paying attention to her, on your phone. Second, you aren't listening to us, and you are rude. Third, you are staring at Clary's photo, and lastly, you have been thinking about something else this whole time." Robert said sternly.

"No, mother! Simon loves me. You do, right?" Isabelle exclaimed at me.

I squirmed.

"I can't believe you. You're a heartbreaker." Isabelle cried, sobbing into her mother's chest.

Just then I received a text.

Clary: All clear. They can leave now. Good luck breaking up with Isabelle.

Yes, perfect timing! I thought. "Isabelle Lightwood, I'm sorry. You're perfect, you really are, but someone else is perfect for me. I just can't do this right now. I didn't want to do it this way." I said.

"It's Clary, isn't it? You're in love with her. You were lying when you said she was just a crush and you were over her. I was a fool, and you're a bitch." Isabelle said. She grabbed her purse and ran out, slamming the door behind her.

"I'm not in love with Clary." I said out loud. Am I in love with Clary? It can't be possible. I broke up with her. I-I can't. I thought.

Clary's POV

While Simon was entertaining some guests, Alec and I had some work to do. I took out my stele and drew the opening rune on the door. It slowly creaked open. Alec and I carefully tiptoed inside. I stumbled over a piece of rock. Oh shit. I thought, getting up. Alarms started to go off everywhere.

"Shit." Alec said, as if reading my mind. He took his bow and shot the alarm.

"Nice shot." I giggled, "We have to hurry before Isabelle comes back crying."

"Right." Alec said, gesturing towards the door to the training room, "you first?" I opened the door and took out my bag. I hurriedly stuffed all the weapons I could into the bag, causing some to fall onto Alec's foot.

"Seriously, Clary?" Alec murmured, rubbing his injured foot.

"Sorry Alec." I said, still focused on shoving random weapons into my bag, "Hey, can we go check out my room? I need some clothes to take to Simon's apartment."

"Fine, but be careful. I'll wait here Incase my sister decides to come back." Alec said, gesturing for me to go. I opened the door to my room to find a complete mess.

"Jace." I snarled. Almost all my things were burnt to crisps. I sighed. There were only a few things I could salvage. A photo of Simon and I, a couple shirts and a picture of Jace. I curled it up into a fist and crumbled it up.

"Hey, Clary? Are all the rooms burnt?" Alec's voice asked from his room.

"I don't think so." I responded, heading to his room, "Why?"

"My room is all burnt up." Alec said, "Do you think it was Jace?"

"Definitely." I said, hissing.

"The only thing he left was a note." Alec said, reading it out loud.

Dear Alec~

I'm really sorry for just saying this after such a long time, but for the first time, I regret being your parabatai. You ran off with Clary of all people, who happens to be my ex. You, my parabatai are supposed to be on my side, with me in battle at all times. But where were you when I needed you? With Magnus, with Clary, always with someone else. You betrayed me, and now I will break you. Starting with the one you care most about.

Clarissa Adele Morgenstern,

You, bitch. You broke my heart. To think that I ever put my faith in you. Maybe, we were never supposed to love each other. Maybe you were supposed to end up with someone else. You broke me and left me in pieces. It hurts. So much. Now I'm going to break you, by breaking Who you love the most.

Hate,

JONATHAN LIGHTWOOD-HERONDALE

I gasped. The one I love the most? He's d-dead. Who else? Does he think...Alec or Simon? I can't have him hurting either of them.