The phone buzzed, waking me to the day my life shattered before. My fiancé, Mark, was on the line, urgently asking for five million dollars for an "investment" -the same five million he' d embezzled to buy a lavish diamond necklace for his mistress, Brittany.
This time, I was ready. I refused, reported him anonymously, and watched him get arrested. But Mark and Brittany weren' t done playing victims, painting me as the heartless villain to force my hand, ignoring the debt I' d paid from my past life, covering for his crimes.
At a party, Brittany publicly shamed me, clinging to him while he watched with the adoration I' d craved for years. He even slapped me, ending our engagement with venom. But I had a secret weapon.
He didn' t know I had the ultimate proof. A recording. A video of him confessing his scheme, detailing how he planned to use my savings to fund his affair. The reveal silenced the room, shattering their facade, and turning the public tide against them.
I walked away from the wreckage, severing all ties. But when Mark landed in jail again, his parents, good people caught in his mess, begged for my help. My heart ached for them, but not for him. I bailed him out, not out of love, but and revealed Brittany's continued manipulation. Only then did the truth finally dawn on him – but it was too late. He'd ruined our lives before, and this time, there was no turning back. I wanted a fresh start.