The Wrong Billionaire

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tips his cap as I breeze past him into th

k over my shoulder, grinn

ts. But I'm not worried-I'm excited. It's been two weeks since I've seen him properly, and I've been counting down the hours. T

press the penthouse button, and

ur to my reflection. "Pl

ey-he gave it to me six months ago, said I wa

"It's me. I brought wine. The expensive kind y

ans

the coffee table with a half-empty glass of whiskey beside it. That's not unusual. Sebastian leaves a trail of hims

er this time. "You better not

. The door to his bedroom is closed. I can hear voices-muffle

mach t

stopping a few feet from the door. "A busi

This one is dis

cting an innocent explanation fo

the doo

crumpled on the floor. The second thing I see is the shoes. Sofia's

thing I se

ist, her head resting on his chest, the sheets tangled around their legs.

is is a mistake. This has to be a mistake. Maybe I'm d

his head. His

" he

h

ogy. No guilt. Just oh, like I've interrupted a conve

to her chest. Her voice is soft, almost swee

ook at the two of them together, in the bed I've slept in, in the sheets I

stian says. He runs a hand through his hai

s Fri

hone on the nightst

is arm. She's not embarrassed. She's not ashamed. She's

have called," she s

ng through the room like a blade. "Don't

nch. She's always been good at pretendi

pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. "You're in

," she corre

ighs, like I'm the one being u

gly, broken. "You're cheating on me with

hand. He lets her take it. He lets her lace her fingers thro

st hap

ebastian says with a shr

sacrificed for. The man I defended to my parents, to my friends, to a

repeat slowly. "That's

me like I'm the inconvenience. Lik

racking. "Three times. I brought

s like a dismissal. "But maybe you sh

es, but I refuse to let them fall. I won't give

on't make

make a

t to make a scene. Sofia is still holding his hand, still looking at me with that fake

rtbreak. My heartbrea

hot and sharp and unforgiving. I look at Sebastian, at his smug, care

ust a fraction. "You should probably go, D

omething, but no words come. Because she's rig

ot broken

lent promise to myself. They will regret this. Both of them. They will

physical blow: the two people I

n't

not fall to my knees. I will not ask him why. I wil

the bed and wal

se it's pleading. Not because there's regret i

urn aroun

f sheets, the creak of the mat

ut." My hand finds the doork

n't ch

my chest. "You chose her. Every time you called her instead of me. Every time you lied about

ough his hair, frustrated

king now, but I don't care. "Someth

other to fix it. She wants me to see. She wants me to know exactly what she's

yself. As if I'm the one who should be asham

ght. I should go. But not because I'm embarrassed. Because I

open th

not moving. Still not getting

n around. "What's th

... d

pull the door shut behind me. The click of t

floor. I grab my coat from the hook by the door. I check my bag-pho

ss of whiskey, now watered down from the melted ice. I set the bottle of wine on the counter. The expens

t me from the dark window-a woman with tear-streaked cheeks and w

nk. This is where you dec

wers I deserve. But what would that change? He's already made his choice.

e only thi

le

o looks at me with wide, pitying eyes. I don't acknowledge him. I don't acknowledge anyon

and on the sidewalk, clutching my bag to my chest, and I l

ng. Something darker. Something that doesn't want to

en my contacts. I scroll past Sebastian's name-I'll delete it lat

t. Not yet

ow where I'm going. I don't know what I'll do when I get there.

one b

one c

letting

ever see me

a silent promise to myself-a promise that will be

ofia will ever see me b

h them, they'll wish