The Billionaire Who Called Me Boring

years later, Gage Schwartz came back begging, promising me the world he'd deni

is ex-wife, Brylee, laughing about how

ve, he launched a smear campaign, painting me as ins

t he coul

blizzard, and vanished. I built a new life, found rea

s standing i

wants m

pte

e Bea

k winter, telling me I was "boring," still

the seven years I' d wasted, seven year

rase me from his life, to make space for

ause it was the only way out, the only way to pret

I van

glittering promises and crus

rning to breathe again without the constant, suf

ghost from a past I ha

smissed me, now stood before me,

eyes wide with a desperate p

ot just wealth, but a lavis

at Brylee was a mistake, a volatile

ed, that he understoo

to beli

never quite died, desperately wanted to bel

et myse

y luxury, every grand gesture

a king and his queen, or rather, a billionaire an

st too perfect, like a dream

le blessing, a symbol of ou

illed with a joy I thought

truly happy, for the

tudy, a room I rarely entered, but needed

e' s phone on his des

ion for an old voicemail, somethin

angerous thing

fingers brushing ag

ail was fr

hen sharp as a broken glas

re busy playing house with.

get our littl

we ignite, they mean more than

d about her, how she'

ntil the real f

a strangled sound c

ice, not from a dream,

by a whispered, "You always know

she keeps th

thrill, the passion

ugh me, colder and sh

e slipping, but I caught i

lee's sultry moan, and then Gage'

me wild. No one else c

orld

udden, violent wave of

d, spots dancing

st the morni

sickness

g, ripped through me, tearing apa

futile attempt to block o

into my mind, a bra

h, every grand gesture from Gage n

orever, a fresh star

to protect me,

g the same old games, w

s present,

, shatter

ly, protecting the tiny

His c

as still

began to simmer beneath

ht I was

was just "c

uld have his cak

as w

be comforta

n't be

ouldn't