Betrayed Heiress: His Public Downfall

a billionaire heiress to build my boyf

dings, fixed his mistakes, and wa

handed me a box of pistachio macarons and

nking he was b

gotten that I am deat

It was a death sentence

alized he didn't love me. He only

ons in the trash a

ing home

submissive girlfriend,

, the real estate

a microphone and a staged proposal, I made sur

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nts were the only ones who knew about these secret trips, these attempts at a normal life I yearned for with Derek. My head thr

lued to his ear, his voice a soft, soothing murmur. "It's okay, Hayleigh. I'm coming." Hayleigh, his 'fragile' assistant, who always seem

vaguely hinted at for years. He hung up, finally looking at me, his eyes devoid of con

voice a desperate whisper.

gile she is, Char. I'm the only one who can calm her down." He offered a weak s

ancy box tied with a silk ribbon. "Here. Pistachi

cried. I would have begged. My chest would have collapsed under the weight of it a

utdid yourself." My voice was f

ng his face. "Yeah, your favorite, right

Pistachio. I told him six years ago. The emergency room visit. The anaphylaxis. He' d forgotten all o

. He gave a quick, absent nod, then turned and sprinted toward

felt utterly dead inside. I walked directly to the nearest trash can, a massive metal bin overflowing wit

ses. This was it. The end of