Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: My Life Without You

Name: Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: My Life Without You
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My engagement party, the culmination of five years poured into Ethan Cartwright and our future, was supposed to be my fairy tale. But hiding on the terrace, his voice, cold and dismissive, echoed through the night: "Sarah? She's perfect. Adorably naive, utterly devoted. She won't rock the boat. Won't challenge me. And she certainly won't interfere with Isabelle." The words hit like stones, shattering my world and sending me tumbling into darkness. I woke up with amnesia, the doctor explaining recent memories were gone – Ethan's name meant nothing. But this man, a stranger, kept pushing me, forcing me into public appearances purely for his convenience. At his gala, his actual lover, Isabelle, deliberately pushed me down a grand staircase. I learned later that fall cost me a baby I never knew I carried – *his* baby. Yet, he showed zero concern. Instead, Ethan demanded I issue a public apology for "attacking" Isabelle, threatening to annul our engagement on grounds of mental instability and destroy my family's business if I refused. A man I couldn't even remember was trying to ruin my life, dismissing my pain and accusing me of deceit. The amnesia, meant as a curse, became my liberation. Looking into his empty eyes, I finally spoke, my voice steady: "This is the last thing I will ever do for you. Consider our ties severed." I walked away, leaving behind a life I could no longer remember, eager for a new beginning in Chicago with someone whose warmth offered a fragile promise – Noah Evans.

Betrayal Revenge Pregnancy Flash marriage Billionaires

Chapter 10

Yesterday 19:45

Introduction

My engagement party, the culmination of five years poured into Ethan Cartwright and our future, was supposed to be my fairy tale.

But hiding on the terrace, his voice, cold and dismissive, echoed through the night: "Sarah? She's perfect.

Adorably naive, utterly devoted.

She won't rock the boat.

Won't challenge me.

And she certainly won't interfere with Isabelle."

The words hit like stones, shattering my world and sending me tumbling into darkness.

I woke up with amnesia, the doctor explaining recent memories were gone – Ethan's name meant nothing.

But this man, a stranger, kept pushing me, forcing me into public appearances purely for his convenience.

At his gala, his actual lover, Isabelle, deliberately pushed me down a grand staircase.

I learned later that fall cost me a baby I never knew I carried – *his* baby.

Yet, he showed zero concern.

Instead, Ethan demanded I issue a public apology for "attacking" Isabelle, threatening to annul our engagement on grounds of mental instability and destroy my family's business if I refused.

A man I couldn't even remember was trying to ruin my life, dismissing my pain and accusing me of deceit.

The amnesia, meant as a curse, became my liberation.

Looking into his empty eyes, I finally spoke, my voice steady: "This is the last thing I will ever do for you.

Consider our ties severed."

I walked away, leaving behind a life I could no longer remember, eager for a new beginning in Chicago with someone whose warmth offered a fragile promise – Noah Evans.