Never Loved You Just A Placeholder

For five years, I paid for his art, his life, and his striking resemblance to a ghost. Karson Willis was my carefully curated substitute, a warm body to fill the space left by the man I' d lost.

Then, my world shattered. My adoptive family found their biological daughter, and my inheritance vanished overnight. I was cut off, exiled.

That' s when I overheard him laughing. "She's broke," he scoffed. "What's the point? She was useful, but that's over now."

He called our five years a "convenience" and mocked the wedding board I' d secretly made. At a company dinner, he kissed another woman in front of everyone, then left me stranded when I fell ill, accusing me of being cruel.

He even brought her into my home, letting her wear my clothes.

I endured it all, a cold clarity settling over me.

So when he finally got down on one knee, ring in hand, begging for a second chance, I didn't even hesitate.

"I never loved you," I said, pulling my hand away. "You were just a placeholder."

Chapter 1

I paid for his art, his life, and his striking resemblance to a ghost. It wasn't a secret, not really, but it was the kind of unspoken truth everyone whispered about behind my back.

For five years, Karson Willis had been my carefully curated substitute.

Every gallery showing, every bespoke suit, every lavish dinner-my money. His studio space, tucked away in a fashionable downtown loft, was mine too. It was a golden cage I'd built, not for him, but for myself.

People mocked me, of course. I heard the snickers, the condescending whispers at charity galas and art exhibitions. "She's buying a boyfriend," they'd say. "How pathetic."

I never cared.

Their opinions meant nothing when I had endless resources. My family's fortune was vast, a seemingly bottomless well that allowed me to dictate my own reality, to numb the ache that had settled deep in my bones years ago.

"I can do whatever I want," I used to tell myself, staring at his perfect profile, a mirror image of the one carved into my memory.

But then, the ground shifted beneath my feet.

The Long family's prodigal biological daughter, a name whispered in hushed tones for decades, was found. Suddenly, my carefully constructed world began to unravel. My inheritance, once assured, was no longer mine. My adoptive parents, overwhelmed by their newfound biological connection, clumsily pushed me aside.