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Unforgivable Mistakes, Unpaid Debts

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 865    |    Released on: 14/08/2025

yes was the sterile white ceiling of a hospital

s designer suit rumpled, a dark stubble shadowing his jaw. There

is expression was a mix

his voice low and tense. "That stunt with th

ce. All the pain, the hope, the love she' d felt for

ng to do with

urse not. How could it? I' m just the guy you pay to k

imbalance that had defined their relationship. A week ago

ntom pain of a wound that had finally scar

ymore," she said, her voice flat. "You

adable in his eyes. He started to say something, to explain. "Cora ju

her to a temporary arrangement, easily set aside for his real

escaped her lips. "Th

t. "The hotel staff got the door open. It w

isk efficiency, ignoring her protests. He helped her into his car

. The air in the car

said, breaking the silenc

The thought of food m

one she' d never been to. "You need something light," he said, h

e remembered she liked her food plain when she was stressed. For a moment

few spoonfuls. The warm porr

better?"

t, cheerful voice cut in. "Keeg

around his. She was dressed in a sunny yellow dress,

" she said, clapping her hands togethe

. It wasn' t about her. It was never about her. His habits, his preferences, the t

Keegan asked Cora, his voice softeni

graves," Cora said, pouting slightly. "The a

ntion of his parents. They had died y

said quietly. "

led a delicate silver locket from under her dress. It was old and slightly tarnished. "The one y

g it to him. "I think it' s

the worn silver. For a long moment, Haven thought he might put it i

of a deep, sorrowful affection. He g

thick with emotion. "She g

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Unforgivable Mistakes, Unpaid Debts
Unforgivable Mistakes, Unpaid Debts
“For seven years, I used my inheritance to sponsor my college crush. I took Keegan Valdez, a brilliant but disgraced student working as a bartender, and turned him into a Silicon Valley billionaire. We lived together, and I was the fool who believed our transactional relationship was love. Then his childhood sweetheart, Cora, came back. The humiliation was public and swift. At a charity auction, he outbid me for a two-million-dollar necklace, fastening it around her neck for everyone to see. That same night, he rescued me after I was drugged and nearly assaulted, only to abandon me in a hotel room because Cora called with a fake emergency about a stuck shower door. But the final nail in the coffin came after a car hit me. As I lay bleeding in the ER, the nurse called him for consent for my emergency surgery. I heard his voice on the phone, cold and irritated. "I'm comforting my girlfriend," he said. "Whatever happens to her is not my concern." The line went dead. The man I had built from nothing had just left me to die. With a trembling hand, I signed the consent form myself. Then I made another call. "Edwin," I whispered to the man who had proposed to me a year ago. "About that wedding... are you still interested?"”