Rejected By My Ex, Claimed By His Billionaire Boss

ook in the scene before her. Her hand instinctively shot up to

ned with another woman. The intimacy of their position, the way his hands mo

gnized the familiar cascade of blonde hair, her best friend, Lucy W

er, Renée bellowed, her voice trem

beside the door. With a cry of rage, she hurled the vase at Shawn with all her might,

was equally startled, her face paling as she recognized the rage in Renée's eyes. Shawn barely managed to

"Renée, have you gone mad?" His voice was sharp, tinged with anger. "Did you

hand on his shoulder, her eyes narrowing as s

iend, standing there so brazenly after w

hoked out, "How dare you both do this behind m

on. "And you, Lucy, why did you do it?" She struggled to co

en them. "Don't say anything to Lucy," he snapped, his voice growing louder with each

it was a complete and utter rejection. Everything she thought she kn

wers, but now it felt like the ground was slipping from beneath her feet. How

ée, did you not hear him? Shawn doesn't want to be with you. Now,

out before she could stop herself. The sound of the slap echoed through the room. Lu

hissed with fury. The slap hadn't eased her p

he had never heard before, as he shoved her away from Lucy. His movements were rough, filled

her, his words cold and cutting. "If you want to walk on your legs, leave this house and never sh

replaced by someone she barely recognized. Renée couldn't believe

"Gosh! Even looking at you fills me with disgust and makes me mad." His relentless tirade left no room for Re

p with an air of superiority. "Shawn, just th

her eyes. This was her home, the place she had built her drea

he bedside table. Opening the drawer, he pulled out a stack of papers and held them up in front of Renée. "It's n

round beneath her was crumbling away. Her throat went dry, and her hands began to tremble uncontr

ith a smug smile. Renée's shock quickly turned to desperation as she lunged forward, trying to grab the

word, he began dragging her out of the room, ignoring her frantic protests. Renée st

y a mix of rage and desperation, she swung her hand with all her might, la

torted with fury, his eyes blazing with anger. In a flash, he gr

es only seemed to spur him on. His grip tig

Renée out of the house, her body hittin

declared, turning on his heels and disappearing thr