His Billion-Dollar Lie

His Billion-Dollar Lie

Gavin

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Pregnant again, my belly fluttering with tiny hope, I poured every spare penny into Mark's dream – a cozy bookstore. This wasn't just a business; it was our stable future, a safe haven for our child. My world shattered at a charity auction, tucked away behind velvet curtains. "She's so naive," Jessica Albright's sharp laugh cut through the air, revealing Mark's twisted "poverty test." The "Ashton millions" meant his struggling entrepreneur act was a meticulously crafted lie, and I was merely a pawn in his cruel charade. My fervent sacrifice, my grueling extra shifts, my deepest hopes – all a calculated game. He watched me give him my last dollar, then casually lied about a new expensive jacket. He demanded I cook for Jessica, even when morning sickness wracked my body, completely disregarding my pain. She deliberately stained my cherished, hand-knitted baby sweater, calling it "cheap" with a contemptuous smirk. He prioritized his "friend" over my well-being, barely glancing up when I ran to vomit. The final, suffocating proof came when I saw him switch from a sleek luxury car to his old "beater" just before picking me up. Every single part of my life with him was a lie. I was a clown, a devoted fool in his elaborate, poisonous deception. How could I have been so blind? My precious baby, my body, ensnared in this vile web of deceit. My heart felt like a stone, the warmth I once held for him replaced by chilling emptiness, a gnawing sense of betrayal. This child couldn't be born into such toxicity. Lying in a hospital bed after collapsing from the sheer stress, I overheard him confessing to Jessica that he only felt "a bit bad" about what he'd done. That pathetic admission was enough. The last thread holding my shattered world together snapped with icy finality. I looked at his feigned concern, my eyes empty, and spoke: "I want a divorce, Mark."

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Pregnant again, my belly fluttering with tiny hope, I poured every spare penny into Mark's dream – a cozy bookstore. This wasn't just a business; it was our stable future, a safe haven for our child.

My world shattered at a charity auction, tucked away behind velvet curtains. "She's so naive," Jessica Albright's sharp laugh cut through the air, revealing Mark's twisted "poverty test."

The "Ashton millions" meant his struggling entrepreneur act was a meticulously crafted lie, and I was merely a pawn in his cruel charade. My fervent sacrifice, my grueling extra shifts, my deepest hopes – all a calculated game.

He watched me give him my last dollar, then casually lied about a new expensive jacket. He demanded I cook for Jessica, even when morning sickness wracked my body, completely disregarding my pain.

She deliberately stained my cherished, hand-knitted baby sweater, calling it "cheap" with a contemptuous smirk. He prioritized his "friend" over my well-being, barely glancing up when I ran to vomit.

The final, suffocating proof came when I saw him switch from a sleek luxury car to his old "beater" just before picking me up. Every single part of my life with him was a lie.

I was a clown, a devoted fool in his elaborate, poisonous deception. How could I have been so blind? My precious baby, my body, ensnared in this vile web of deceit.

My heart felt like a stone, the warmth I once held for him replaced by chilling emptiness, a gnawing sense of betrayal. This child couldn't be born into such toxicity.

Lying in a hospital bed after collapsing from the sheer stress, I overheard him confessing to Jessica that he only felt "a bit bad" about what he'd done. That pathetic admission was enough.

The last thread holding my shattered world together snapped with icy finality. I looked at his feigned concern, my eyes empty, and spoke: "I want a divorce, Mark."

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