He threw me out on the street after inheriting 75 million, believing I was a burden. But when the lawyer read the final clause, his triumphant smile turned into a face of panic.

I saw the truth. The man who had once held my heart in his hands was now grasping at shadows, trying to salvage what he had lost. And I wasn’t there to help him pick up the pieces. Not anymore.

“You had your chance,” I said quietly, stepping back and closing the door between us. “And you threw it away.”

I leaned against the door for a moment, closing continue reading …