Chapter 8
Heather bought the island back. Paid 101 freaking times what it was worth when I
sold it.
Even after subtracting what I sold it for, he’s still down millions.
I don’t understand him anymore.
We’ve already separated, and the betrayal has already happened.
Now, trying to fix things–who is he doing it
for?
The comments section seems unaware of our conflicts and is still crazy about our image as a couple.
[I didn’t make a mistake being a fan of this guy. So loyal! I still have screenshots from their wedding saved on my phone. God, I dream of having a husband like him someday!]
[Girl, keep dreaming. Do you even look like
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Shannon? She was the hottest girl in school, you know?]
[What’s that got to do with it? They were childhood sweethearts! I heard he chased her for 20 years. Even after becoming successful, he never changed. Hell, even his assistants are all men. There’s only one Heather in this world!]
A few rare voices dared to cut through the
dumb comments.
[People in their league? All we see is what he wants us to see. Only his wife knows the truth.]
I liked that comment.
I was about to close the app when I saw an anonymous account comment something that made my blood freeze.
[Stop arguing, you idiots. Men like him are all the same. Bet you didn’t know he has a kid with his mistress. In fact, he spends. just as much on her as he does on his wife. Marriage is just for show! His true love? His
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other woman!]
The location? The same city as me.
Who else could it be if not the mistress?
And what kid? Is Jennifer pregnant?
I remembered the last picture she sent me, picking out her outfit for the ‘occasion.‘
The nausea hit so fast that I had to grab the table to steady myself.
No wonder Heather had been so busy, spending more and more time with her.
This was the reason.
The heartbreak was unbearable, but at this point, I’d gone numb.
Tears blurred my vision, spilling onto my phone screen as I turned it off.
Five years ago, I had surgery. It left me weak–so weak, I’ve never fully recovered.
The doctors told me over and over that I’d probably never have kids.
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Even if I could, there was a genetic condition. They advised against it.
And Heather? He said it didn’t matter.
He’d talk to his family, make them understand.
He didn’t even like kids, he’d said.
And if I ever felt lonely, we could adopt.
He told me my health came first. He’d take care of me, make me strong again.
Every word he said back then is burned into my memory.
But now? Now I know those words didn’t
mean anything.
Back then, he did it for me.
Maybe love makes everyone impulsive.
Now, he’s doing it for her.
I should feel lucky I walked away. None of
it matters anymore.
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Now my only problem is survival.
I spent the whole afternoon wandering around my neighborhood, looking for work.
Went into every little shop and asked every single owner. No one was hiring.
By the time the sun went down, my feet were sore, my stomach was growling, and I was so damn frustrated I just grabbed a bottle of water and a few groceries to take home.
I can’t cook, so I pulled up a recipe video and tried to figure it out, step by step.
For Pete’s sake, even the cooking video had ads!
And of course, one of them was for my husband’s mistress’s stupid high–heeled shoe brand.
The ad was full of pictures of Jennifer.
I lost my appetite right then and there and sank onto the couch, staring blankly at the
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ceiling.
For the first time, I started to regret everything.
If I’d just kept my walls up, stayed cold, and
never said yes to Heather all those
ago… would I be here now?
No one could answer that.
years
But if I could go back in time, I think I’d still say yes to him.
I sat there for an hour, lost in thought. In the end, hunger won.
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