The Woman He Wronged

The Woman He Wronged

Gavin

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The city lights glittered below, a diamond carpet as I stood on Liam's penthouse balcony, a velvet box heavy in my pocket. Inside, the watch I'd saved for months, a five-year anniversary gift for the man who was supposed to be my future. He was the brilliant tech entrepreneur, my Liam, and tonight was about us. Then, his voice, cold and casual through the slightly ajar sliding door: "The wedding is in two weeks." My breath hitched. Wedding? A dismissive laugh followed. "Chloe doesn't need to know." "She's... comfortable." "She can be my girl on the side." "It's the perfect arrangement." "I get the family connections, and I still get to keep the woman I actually enjoy being with." The world tilted. Mistress. The word echoed, a sickening smear across my vision. I was a business plan, a line item. The five years, the love, the life we'd built-all a lie to be sold for a better deal. The casual cruelty was a physical blow, leaving me unable to breathe, lost in a room suddenly filled with monstrous laughter. He caught my eye from across the room, smiling that warm, intimate smile he reserved for me, the one that promised forever. And in that moment, the champagne glass slipped from my numb fingers, shattering on the polished floor, echoing the complete destruction of my heart. His fake concern, the lies in his eyes-I saw it all. Chloe Chen, the woman who loved him, ceased to exist. I walked out of the penthouse, out of that life, knowing I had to erase him. Piece by piece. Starting with me.

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The city lights glittered below, a diamond carpet as I stood on Liam's penthouse balcony, a velvet box heavy in my pocket.

Inside, the watch I'd saved for months, a five-year anniversary gift for the man who was supposed to be my future.

He was the brilliant tech entrepreneur, my Liam, and tonight was about us.

Then, his voice, cold and casual through the slightly ajar sliding door: "The wedding is in two weeks."

My breath hitched.

Wedding?

A dismissive laugh followed.

"Chloe doesn't need to know."

"She's... comfortable."

"She can be my girl on the side."

"It's the perfect arrangement."

"I get the family connections, and I still get to keep the woman I actually enjoy being with."

The world tilted.

Mistress.

The word echoed, a sickening smear across my vision.

I was a business plan, a line item.

The five years, the love, the life we'd built-all a lie to be sold for a better deal.

The casual cruelty was a physical blow, leaving me unable to breathe, lost in a room suddenly filled with monstrous laughter.

He caught my eye from across the room, smiling that warm, intimate smile he reserved for me, the one that promised forever.

And in that moment, the champagne glass slipped from my numb fingers, shattering on the polished floor, echoing the complete destruction of my heart.

His fake concern, the lies in his eyes-I saw it all.

Chloe Chen, the woman who loved him, ceased to exist.

I walked out of the penthouse, out of that life, knowing I had to erase him.

Piece by piece.

Starting with me.

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