Beyond The Broken Heart: Stella\'s Vengeance

Beyond The Broken Heart: Stella\'s Vengeance

Gavin

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My boyfriend, Caleb, was my family, my everything, for nearly two decades. He worked as a security guard for a spoiled tech heiress, Gabrielle, but our Fourth of July plans were finally just for us. Then a frantic call from his client shattered everything. Suddenly, we were on a deserted road, fireworks popping in the distance, when a "carjacking" erupted. As masked men attacked, Caleb didn't hesitate. He sprinted past me, sacrificing my safety to shield Gabrielle, whispering, "If anything happens to you, I can't live with myself." His words, and the knife searing my side, were a shock that cut deeper than any blade. I bled out on the asphalt, while Caleb fussed over Gabrielle's minor scratch. I woke up in a hospital, alone, only to hear nurses describe Caleb as the "devoted guard" who hadn't left Gabrielle's side. He eventually appeared, reeking of her perfume, offering pathetic excuses and blaming me for being "in the wrong place at the wrong time." Just then, Gabrielle, pristine and smug, was wheeled in. "We both had our panic buttons," she purred, "We were going to see who he'd save." She confirmed the carjacking was a setup, a twisted bet I never knew I was in. My world imploded. How could the man I loved, my family, orchestrate such a cruel betrayal, then abandon me for a sick game? He chose her, leaving me broken. But I wouldn't stay broken. This was just the beginning of my reckoning.

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My boyfriend, Caleb, was my family, my everything, for nearly two decades.

He worked as a security guard for a spoiled tech heiress, Gabrielle, but our Fourth of July plans were finally just for us.

Then a frantic call from his client shattered everything.

Suddenly, we were on a deserted road, fireworks popping in the distance, when a "carjacking" erupted.

As masked men attacked, Caleb didn't hesitate.

He sprinted past me, sacrificing my safety to shield Gabrielle, whispering, "If anything happens to you, I can't live with myself."

His words, and the knife searing my side, were a shock that cut deeper than any blade.

I bled out on the asphalt, while Caleb fussed over Gabrielle's minor scratch.

I woke up in a hospital, alone, only to hear nurses describe Caleb as the "devoted guard" who hadn't left Gabrielle's side.

He eventually appeared, reeking of her perfume, offering pathetic excuses and blaming me for being "in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Just then, Gabrielle, pristine and smug, was wheeled in.

"We both had our panic buttons," she purred, "We were going to see who he'd save."

She confirmed the carjacking was a setup, a twisted bet I never knew I was in.

My world imploded. How could the man I loved, my family, orchestrate such a cruel betrayal, then abandon me for a sick game?

He chose her, leaving me broken.

But I wouldn't stay broken.

This was just the beginning of my reckoning.

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