His Ordinary Girl Found Everything

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ing me. I was knee-deep in boxes, contemplating throwing out

roving frown already etched on her face. She clearly didn't know about the breakup. Her eyes

hiver down my spine. "What is this mess? Honestly, your organizational sk

tter, she would finally accept me. I had craved her approval, a mother figure Brenton' s

any idea how much work it takes to maintain a household? Your middle-class upbring

f course. That chicken dish Brenton likes." She spoke as if I were a hired domestic, not a woman who had spent a decade caring for her son.

interrupt. "I can't go

enton's family? Your little writing projects? Please. Here." She pulled out a crisp hundred-dollar bill f

ction, made the money hard to refuse. I took it, feeling the cold

. I walked through the familiar, opulent rooms, straight to the kitchen. That's when I saw them. Kenley Downs, her parents, and other members of Kenl

nton enter the dining room, Kenley on his arm. They truly looked the part. Kenley, in a stunning gown, laughed effortlessly at something Brenton sai

o their elite interests, the agonizing over my appearance, my manners, my every word. It had been a performance, a desperate ple

ed, was a fragile thing, easily shattered by the impenetrable walls of class and expectation. I yearn

Mrs. Jarvis pressed another fifty into my hand. "You may leave through the bac

ears, I had given so much, and received so little in return. I moved towar

ed, cut through the evening air. He stood in

, my voice flat. "I have to

d me into a tight embrace. His arms were strong, possessive. "You're bei

ce my world. My heart, however, was a closed fist, tightly clutched

mily. This dinner is a strategic alliance, nothing more. Kenley is just... Kenley." He kissed my forehead, a gesture that once meant love, now felt utterly holl

dust. Ten years. It was finally, truly over. And I had learned a brutal truth: love, in some wor