strategy. "I deal with billionaires, politicians, and celebrities. You dropped out of hig

She wasn' t just breaking my heart; she was met

ammered, clinging to the past like a

n sharply. "I' ve moved on. I' ve

ing out a checkbook. She scribbled something

ow is to be my husband. My loving, supportive, working-class husband. You' ll be at my side at public events. You' ll smile for the c

jecting my love; she was trying to buy my silence,

t I couldn' t. Despite the cold, cruel stranger standing in front of me, I still loved the girl s

ore, needing the simple, honest work to feel like I still had a piece of myself

handsome, sophisticated, with a degree from a top university. He spoke three lan

him. I saw them laughing together in her office with the door closed. I

is hands on her waist, guiding her as she tried a new recipe. They were so close, wh

id, her voice a little too bright. "Et

id, my voice tight.

, I tried to tal

ng. "I know you said our marriage is a transaction, but I

so insecure that you can' t even stand me having a male assistant? This is exactl

p Ethan, she twisted it, making it my fault, my insecurity, my problem.

To her, I became a nuisance, a constant, nagging reminder of a life she was desperate to

e, and she wanted to do a press event there. She insisted I come, to play the

on her face. Without a second thought, I shoved her,

name. And in my last moments, I heard her say something to me,

n at my mangled form. "Are you happy now? You final

ght my final act of love was just another

f her heart. A truth