Betrayed Heiress: His Public Downfall

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old life. My desk, meticulously organized, was exactly as I' d left it. Papers stil

rushed over, her face a mix of dismay and confusion. "What about Derek?

. "I'm afraid my decision is final,

ayleigh, they were quite chummy. He even gave her this huge, sparkly brac

celet, thick with what looked like genuine diamonds, glittered on her wrist as she typed. She caught my e

orry things didn't work out with Derek. But look! He finally got me that bracelet I've been wanting. Isn't

It was a cold, simmering rage. Derek had never bought me anything that expensive. Not in seven years. Our anniversa

bristled. "Hayleigh, that

ht, Brenda. There's nothing to be insensitive about now." I looked directly a

ed from his office, stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and shock.

, a worn copy of 'The Fountainhead,' a lucky pen. Derek rushed over, his hand reaching for my arm.

erek's reach. "It's... it's just a work gift, Ch

s a Cartier Love bracelet, white gold, pavé diamonds. Derek had o

I said, my voice shockingly

of confusion. Derek tried to grab my arm again. "Ch

"You've been making a scene for seven years, Derek. I've given you enough

longer caring. Each step was lighter than the last. I heard Brenda cal

ith the stench of betrayal. I hailed a cab, giving the driver my parents' address in Connecticut. As the taxi pulled away, I caught a

. A new book was