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The Fallen Ugly Girl: Her Epic Comeback

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 549    |    Released on: 27/01/2026

obby, and she sat on a bench near the revolving doors, gasping for air. T

Kody and Annie walked

curb where the valet had just

he had bought for Kody

her veins, overriding the shame. Emely

she s

or. He looked around, annoyed, unt

d, stepping in front of the

t. The cameras were like little b

" Kody hissed, stepping

y slammed her hand on the

's name for tax purposes. Remember? It belongs to

this. He had been planning this for years. Every asset, every gift, ever

ief," s

ified in a very performative way. She placed a h

stopped

at Annie's

in front of Annie, shieldin

her voice sounding hollow, like it was comin

mposure. "We've been together for six m

n legal depositions. While she was stress-eating

gly sound that tore at her throat. Tears s

ain around her neck. The engagement necklace.

in the chest and bounced off, landing in a

her. He didn't pick it up. He just smirked, opened

eeled away, the tires spraying d

middle of the busy street. The crowd dis

ket. It was the special ringt

e with a shaking

ad

r mother, Martha. And she was screaming.

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The Fallen Ugly Girl: Her Epic Comeback
The Fallen Ugly Girl: Her Epic Comeback
“I used to be the "Princess of Cohen Pharmaceuticals," but now I'm just a girl in a soaked coat trying to hide the rolls of fat that came with the stress of my family's bankruptcy. My fiancé, Kody, was the only thing I had left to hold onto. I walked into Kody's office looking for a shred of comfort, but he slid a "Termination of Engagement" form across his mahogany desk instead. He didn't just break up with me; he looked at my size sixteen body with pure disgust and told me I was a liability to his corporate image. Before I could even process the heartbreak, his "secretary" walked in, rubbing her flat stomach and asking about their lunch plans. They had been together for six months-the entire time I was at my father's legal depositions. Kody didn't stop there; he took the keys to the Porsche I bought him, claiming it was a company asset, and drove off with his pregnant mistress, leaving me standing in the gutter. Then my phone rang-my father had collapsed from heart failure, and the hospital refused to operate without a $200,000 deposit because our insurance was frozen. I stood in the hospital lobby, bankrupt, betrayed, and watching my father die through a glass window. Kody had stripped me of everything, and the world was laughing at the "fallen princess." I was desperate, humiliated, and out of options. But I still had one thing left: a black obsidian ring given to me twelve years ago by a boy I saved from drowning. I tracked Christ Collins to a private Hamptons gala, a place where the air smells like old money and dark secrets. He didn't offer me a check; he offered me a sick game. "Swim ten laps in the outdoor pool," he whispered, his eyes icy blue and predatory as a freezing November storm raged outside. "Five million dollars if you finish. Or you can go back and watch your father die." I kicked off my heels and walked toward the frigid water.”