The Sunk Cost: Leaving My Billionaire Fiancé

Chapter 3

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in his tracks in th

and looked at the screen. Instantly, the rigid,

a raw, unfiltered tensi

ght the phone to his ear. He didn't e

e," Atti

g, and laced with a desperate kind of gentleness t

ying leaked from

he. I'm on my way," Atticus

t. He spun around, his boots heavy on the hardwood floor,

ter of the living room. "Where ar

walking toward the door. "There's an em

to the face. He never used his private, e

tic

ting off her words. The loud bang echo

ty. A minute later, she watched the black Porsche shoot out of the undergr

g weight collapse

feet hit the freezing hardwood floor,

way and pushed open the door

ted by a spotlight, was her c

looked like a cruel joke. It looked like a co

ng fingers brushing against

hen she scraped her knee. The young man who promised to protect her from the world. H

on the dress and w

mahogany desk and pulled out th

metal nib over the signature line. Her hand shook so viol

se of humiliation

. It clattered loud

n the middle. The sound of tearing paper was sharp and violent. She tore them again, and

phone and dial

er best friend answered. "Cha

r, warm voice broke the l

oat. She sank to the floor,

s finally streaming down her face, hot and fast

ey. I've got you. I'm right here. We are meeting

on the floor of the empty apartment, but beneath the agon

and turned the shower on as hot as it would go,

did not

ayer of concealer to hide the dark, bruised-looking bags under her e

ed out of the penthouse, an

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“I was engaged to Atticus George, the youngest king of Wall Street. For ten years, his family raised me, and everyone in Manhattan envied my upcoming fairytale wedding. But just days before we were supposed to register at City Hall, I overheard him talking to his best friend. "She's a sunk cost. It's a long-term investment that yields no real excitement, but the cost of replacing the partner at this stage is too high." To him, our marriage was just a cold business transaction to unlock his family trust. Things got worse when I was falsely accused of assault and taken to the police precinct. Atticus showed up, but not to bail me out. He was there to protect the accuser's sister, Celena-the pregnant widow of his late best friend. When paparazzi suddenly swarmed the lobby, Atticus panicked. To shield Celena from the flashing cameras, he violently shoved me out of the way. I crashed hard into an iron bench, tearing my arm open. Bleeding and gasping for air, I watched him carry a fainting Celena to his car, completely ignoring my existence. At the hospital, he even signed her emergency admission forms as her "family." For ten years, I had poured my entire heart into loving him. I didn't understand how the boy who once promised to protect me could give all his desperate tenderness to another woman while leaving me bleeding on the floor. When he abandoned me yet again in the middle of the night just because she called crying, my heart finally died. I packed my bags and left a single note on his desk. "The contract is terminated." Then, I walked out of his estate and into the freezing rain.”