The Sunk Cost: Leaving My Billionaire Fiancé

Chapter 7

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ward Atticus, who was pacing

few feet away. The bleeding on her elbow had st

. "How is she?" he dem

hallway was dead quiet. The words carr

ercer said. "It's a threatened miscarriage. We've stabilized her,

riage.

in Charlotte's br

g of the fluorescent lights sud

like lead, but she forced

slightly, as if a massive weight had temporarily be

. George? We need a family member to sign t

the nurse, and signed his name on the

d as her

ife sliding directly be

lipboard right out of his hand. The pl

at her. His eyes narr

. Her voice was shockingly calm. It lac

hen stepped closer to her, invading

ed exhale. The exhausti

said softly. "

hildhood best friend. The man who had died i

out she was pregnant two weeks after the funeral. This baby is the only piece of Evan left in th

ared into hi

t was noble. It painted Atticus as a trag

He wasn't cheating on her. He w

rejected it

m doors, ready to bolt back to Celena's side at a moment's notice. He ha

ost's legacy over

al bed out into the hallway. Celena lay on the mattress, an

o the side of the bed, and gripped the metal railing. He walked a

n't lo

the hallway. The cold air conditioning

d and walked out

York hit her face. It

Her thumb hovered over the screen for

r personal lawyer, not

erwork to dissolve the

k at the hospital doors. She walk

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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.”