Chapter 2
After taking off my short-skirt work uniform, I went home and started packing.
I wasn’t packing my own things, but rather Ryan’s.
The house had been my mother’s gift to me, and even if I returned to my billionaire father’s home, this place would always be my safe harbor.
Ryan never came back that night.
The next morning, just as I was about to call him to pick up his belongings, there was a knock at the door.
Several people stepped inside, looking around the house from top to bottom.
“Hello, I’m a real estate agent. I’m here with a client to look at the property.”
I frowned.
“An agent? A showing? I’m not selling the house. Who sent you here?”
The agent looked just as confused.
“A man named Sutton. He said he’s in a hurry to sell, and that the price could be lowered for the right buyer.”
I felt a rush of disbelief.
He had pretended to be broke, claimed to be buried in debt, and already drained every penny of my savings.
I had even sold my most cherished limited-edition guitar to help pay off what he owed.
And now, he had the audacity to try to sell my mother’s house and scam me out of more money.
I sent the agent away, but before I could call Ryan, he came rushing in.
“Lena, why did you chase off the agent?”
“If you don’t sell the house, how else are you going to pay off the four hundred thousand grand you owe?”
“Or do you actually plan to sell yourself?”
I was the one deceived, the one played with, the one left with nothing.
Yet he was more anxious than I was, standing on some imagined moral high ground, accusing me of things I hadn’t even
done.
The ache in my chest was relentless.
I closed my eyes, took a slow breath, and said, “Ryan Sutton, you’ve even set your sights on my mother’s house. Haven’t
you done enough?”
“We’re breaking up.”
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His face froze.
He frowned, startled for a moment, but then his expression twisted into a mocking smile.
“Figures. When trouble hits, everyone looks out for themselves. Lena, I really misjudged you. Turns out you’ve been looking down on me all along. You promised you wouldn’t leave me no matter what, and now you’re walking away when I need you the most.”
“Are you really that shallow and money-obsessed?”
Yes, I had promised to stand by him.
And yes, I had said I wouldn’t despise him for failing.
But my promise was based on him being devoted, fighting for our future.
Not on him treating it like a free pass to toy with my feelings, just to feed his ego and put me through his so-called tests.
I wiped my tears, turned, and went into the bedroom.
No matter how he shouted outside for me to give him an explanation, I didn’t come out.
I only moved when I heard the sharp slam of the front door. A moment later, my phone rang.
It was the bar manager asking me to come in, saying there was a problem with my resignation paperwork.
“Lena, I’m in a tough spot here. Some guests said you promised to sell them drinks yesterday. Since you quit and they didn’t see you, they’re making a scene at the bar.”
That was when I remembered.
In my anger yesterday, I had agreed to sell drinks to Ryan’s friends.
I hadn’t expected them to keep pushing it, still unwilling to let it go.
This was between Ryan and me, and I didn’t want to drag anyone else into it.
I hung up and hurried to the bar.
When I arrived, the manager looked flustered.
“Lena, the boss says if you don’t go deal with the guests in that private room, you’ll have to cover the bar’s losses. And that’s no small amount. I think it’s about four hundred thousand grand…”
four hundred thousand grand again.
My brows furrowed, and a bad feeling settled in my gut.
“Manager, do you know the boss’s last name?”
Maybe my question seemed out of place, because she looked puzzled.
“His last name is Sutton. You didn’t know? Wasn’t it Mr. Sutton who arranged for you to work here in the first place?”
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