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Severing Ties: Escaping My Billionaire Ex

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 701    |    Released on: Today at 17:37

ile of the Harrison Properties building in Manhattan. Th

ed out, she immediately noticed an unusual, tense silence amo

t, a reward reserved for the project lead. She set do

, the usual corporate cheerfulness completely gone. She

nced toward Ethan Foster's desk-it was empty, his chair pushed back as if he had just

Harrison sat rigidly at the h

sture was relaxed, representing Beaumont Corporation's absolute power in

eye contact with Chloe. He announced a sudden, im

had explicitly requested a change in lead

officially stripped her of her project lead title

ke out on the back of her neck. She realized instantly that th

. He slammed his palm flat on the mahogany table in o

lified person in the building. He reminded them that she had wor

replied that Beaumont Corp, as the primary investor, ha

nly warned him to sit down immediatel

forearm. She could feel the tense muscle under his dress shi

ain perfectly level and calm. She stated that she accepted the

legal files, snapped his briefcase shut, and l

om. He walked out, leaving Chloe and

apologizing profuse

ked him sincerely for his brav

ht to the supply closet and picked up an empty, flat car

s. She carefully wrapped the framed photo of her grandmother in a s

n in a small, cramped cubicle right next to the noisy, ind

ky chair. She pulled her phone from her

g medical bills for her grandmother's heart medication. She swallowed the bitter tast

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Severing Ties: Escaping My Billionaire Ex
Severing Ties: Escaping My Billionaire Ex
“I worked unpaid overtime for six months to secure a massive corporate deal, desperately needing the bonus to pay for my grandmother's heart medication. But the new lead director turned out to be my ex-boyfriend, Julian. The first thing he did was strip me of my title and give my position to his new intern girlfriend, Poppy. He publicly humiliated me, stranded me on a deserted highway, and ultimately got me fired. Meanwhile, my gambling father brought violent loan sharks to my frail grandmother's apartment. They kicked the coffee table and grabbed my father by the collar. "If we don't get two hundred thousand dollars by Friday, we'll take the deed and throw this old lady out onto the freezing street." But the most crushing blow wasn't the massive debt or losing my livelihood. It was Poppy slipping up in the office lobby, bragging that she and Julian had been dating for four years. Julian and I broke up exactly three years ago. He had been sleeping with her in our bed for a full year while we were still together, yet he was the one treating me like absolute garbage. Looking at my crying grandmother, my grief burned away, leaving only cold, hard fury. I pulled out my cracked phone and called a high-end real estate agent. It was time to sell the luxury Upper East Side condo Julian had gifted me, pay off the debt, and erase him from my life forever.”