His Billion-Dollar Lie

spare penny into Mark's dream – a cozy bookstore. This wasn't jus

lvet curtains. "She's so naive," Jessica Albright's sharp laug

sly crafted lie, and I was merely a pawn in his cruel charade. My fervent s

new expensive jacket. He demanded I cook for Jessica, even when

calling it "cheap" with a contemptuous smirk. He prioritized his "

om a sleek luxury car to his old "beater" just before pick

ous deception. How could I have been so blind? My prec

him replaced by chilling emptiness, a gnawing sense of

I overheard him confessing to Jessica that he only felt "a bit

apped with icy finality. I looked at his feigned conce