Dumped My Fake-Poor Ex, Married My Wealthy Boss

Chapter 2 Breakup Call

Word Count: 602 | Released on: 23/03/2026

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led twenty-dollar bill and ste

step groaned under her weight, a fami

her pocket and unlocked

e cheap, second-hand sofa and the wobbly coffee table

the wall. It was the two of them at

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droom and dragged a battered bl

suitcase open

he TV. She didn't

cheap work suits and

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h Kasen's name, accomp

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asked. She forced her

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She looked at the peeli

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n's voice was laced with weary annoyance. "Come on, Ka

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it off the bed. She looked around the tiny, path

ay. She unclipped the br

ooden shoe cabinet. The metal clatt

r and walked out. S

oklyn night. The rain instantly soake

down the cracked sidewalk

her thin coat. She shivered

ty-two dollars in h

me. She had n

rom sleeping on the streets

in drowned out her heavy exhale. She s

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Dumped My Fake-Poor Ex, Married My Wealthy Boss

Hansiain Finley-moise Modern

“For six years, I worked myself to the bone to support my "struggling artist" boyfriend, Kasen. I paid the rent on our leaky Brooklyn apartment and believed in his dream, thinking our love was real. That all ended one rainy night when I delivered documents to an exclusive club and overheard him with his wealthy friends. Our life, he said, was just a "sociological experiment." He wasn't poor at all. He was a trust fund heir with a fiancée in the Hamptons, waiting to close a corporate merger. "Kaia is just a naive pet who voluntarily pays my rent," he laughed over a three-thousand-dollar glass of scotch. He told them girls like me were so desperate we'd come crawling back for a scrap of affection. My entire world shattered. I packed my bags and walked out that night with eighty-four dollars to my name, ready to start over. But escaping one monster only threw me to another. The next day, a predatory client tried to drug me during a business meeting. My boss, the terrifyingly powerful CEO Camden William, intervened. But after a night of drug-induced chaos, I woke up in his bed. He didn't offer an apology. He offered a contract. "Marry me for three years," he commanded, "and I'll give you five million dollars and make sure Kasen can never touch you again."”