to openly stay with his mistress, Chloe, leaving me behind with nothing but quiet heartbreak. Yet I refused to spend even a moment crying or feeling sorry for myself. Instead, I carried out a precise, emotionless departure plan, packing everything I owned, moving my personal corporate funds, and leaving through the front door for good.
Seven days later, Christopher strolled confidently through the mansion’s grand entrance with Chloe beside him, behaving as though the world belonged to him and expecting to find me waiting obediently. He tossed his designer bags
