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I never told my boyfriend’s arrogant parents that I was the one who owned the bank holding all their debt. To them, I was just “some barista with no future.” At their luxury yacht party, his mother sneered and shoved a drink into my hands, spilling it down my dress. “Staff should stay below deck,” she said coldly. His father laughed. “Careful—don’t ruin the furniture.”

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stepped forward, his desperation rising. “Carter, please, don’t—”

“Goodbye, Ethan,” she said firmly. “I wish you luck. But don’t come back. Not for me, not for anything. Because whatever you thought we had… it’s gone.”

She turned and walked away, each step further away from the past, further away from everything that had once been. Ethan stood frozen continue reading …

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