My Ex-Fiancé Stole My Dreams

pen, his eyes wide and unseeing. He simply stared at me, unblinking, as if the words I'd just spoken

s name flashed across the screen. He hesitated for a fraction of a second, his gaze still on me, before his prof

the urgent demands of the firm, to anything but the crumbling ruins of our relationship. "We'll talk about this later, Cayla. Th

s, my needs, always secondary to his grand designs, his professional crises, his fragile ego. I watched the door close behind him, a bitter taste in my

The condo was being sold. My family, well, they weren't exactly a refuge. But for n

ing anxiety immediately assaulting my senses. "Cayla? Is that you, darling?" My mother's voice, saccharine sweet, drifted from

e couch, glued to his phone. He barely grunted in acknowledgment. My father, a s

Declan?" My mother's questions tumbled

voice steady. "And he won't be

ified gasp. My father's newspaper rustled as he slammed it onto the coffee table. "Wh

nt is off," I repeate

rky and aggressive. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Declan Sharp! The wealthiest, most influential man in the city! You just threw that all away

t below my elbow. I gasped, clutching my arm, blood already blooming through

from your wedding? The investments, the connections? Now what, Cayla? You've ruined everything!" He stood up, his posture slumped, a sneer t

d disappointment. "Is this about that little intern? Oh, Cayla,

whisper, the pain in my arm a dull counterpoint

had it all, Cayla! A rich fiancé, a fancy apartment, and you were supposed to take care of us! Now what? You're going

onditional warmth when Declan was in the picture, now held only accusation and greed. It was clear. They didn't see me as their

– it was never about love. It was always about what I could provide. They didn't care about my happiness, my broken he

wounds they inflicted. I looked at my family, my supposed safe haven,

ed, my voice firm, despi

"Where would you go, you ungr

ed out, not looking back, their venomous shouts echoing be

ess demands. The desert wind whipped around me, chilling me to the bone. I