Unforgivable Mistakes, Unpaid Debts

Chapter 6

Word Count: 646 | Released on: 14/08/2025

Cora asked. The sounds of him cooking, of the

her belongings into a single suitcase. Everything else, a

the kitchen, his back to her. Cora was curled up on the sofa, scrolling t

ced, but Cora saw her. A mali

over to the mantelpiece, where a silver-framed photo of Haven' s parents

it up. "It' s a shame they' re not here to

ng crack. The glass shattered, scattering acr

est. Without a second thought, she strode forward and slapp

t the sound. Cora immediately crum

bed, clutching her cheek. "It wa

oved to strike her again. But her w

is face a mask of fury.

ose," Haven said th

eegan said, his voice cold. He was

voice breaking. "If someone insulted your parents'

e dangerously low. "She' s not cruel like you.

He trusted Cora, the master manipulator, completely. A

d by a chilling, profound coldness. I

ra whimpered from the floor,

print blooming on Cora' s cheek. He

stumbled, her hip hitting the sharp corner of the

Cora into his arms. He lifted her as if she wer

voice dripping with contempt. He didn' t even look at the shattered frame on

sound of his car pulling aw

ay wet with blood. But the only thing she fel

where she was valued, a life where she was not a ghost i

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Unforgivable Mistakes, Unpaid Debts

Immanuel Caspar Romance

“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?"”