The Billionaire Who Wasn't Mine

The Billionaire Who Wasn't Mine

Gavin

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The phone felt cold against my ear, a stark contrast to the Texas heat. My fiancée Jennifer' s voice, usually sweet, was sharp and demanding. "Ethan, I need $100,000 for the influencer party in Miami. Wes says it' s our big break. It' s an advance on our wedding fund!" My heart stopped. This was it. The exact moment. In my last life, this call was the beginning of the end. I remembered giving in then, selling my classic Mustang, draining my 401k, even taking out a high-interest loan – all to cover the hole she blew in our company' s marketing budget that could have sent her to prison. I remembered the twenty years of a miserable marriage, her constant contempt, and the daughter I loved more than anything, who looked at me with her mother' s resentful eyes, ultimately revealing she wasn't mine at all. Then the final memory flashed: the rising water, the rescue boat, and her face, a mask of false grief, telling the rescuer, "He' s already gone, the water took him." My own daughter, her voice clear over the storm, whispered, "It' s for the best, Mom. If it wasn' t for him, we would' ve been a real family with Dad Wes years ago." They left me there. They left me to drown. But I'm not that man anymore. This time, as her voice shrieked through the phone, demanding I say something, I took a deep breath. And I said it. "No."

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The phone felt cold against my ear, a stark contrast to the Texas heat.

My fiancée Jennifer' s voice, usually sweet, was sharp and demanding.

"Ethan, I need $100,000 for the influencer party in Miami.

Wes says it' s our big break. It' s an advance on our wedding fund!"

My heart stopped. This was it. The exact moment. In my last life, this call was the beginning of the end.

I remembered giving in then, selling my classic Mustang, draining my 401k, even taking out a high-interest loan – all to cover the hole she blew in our company' s marketing budget that could have sent her to prison.

I remembered the twenty years of a miserable marriage, her constant contempt, and the daughter I loved more than anything, who looked at me with her mother' s resentful eyes, ultimately revealing she wasn't mine at all.

Then the final memory flashed: the rising water, the rescue boat, and her face, a mask of false grief, telling the rescuer, "He' s already gone, the water took him."

My own daughter, her voice clear over the storm, whispered, "It' s for the best, Mom. If it wasn' t for him, we would' ve been a real family with Dad Wes years ago."

They left me there. They left me to drown.

But I'm not that man anymore.

This time, as her voice shrieked through the phone, demanding I say something, I took a deep breath. And I said it. "No."

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