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The Betrayed Girlfriend's Secret Million Dollar Comeback

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 455    |    Released on: Today at 18:57

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t saw, slowly tearing open the eight

the phone against the wall. With a sharp crac

hat it was still partially

corner. My eyes fell on the tin pot Preston used to boil porridge, then

me in a dusty attic and swore a blood oath to

osely picked at my deepest wounds, us

d play the generous savior, while in reality

up, my stiff, trembling legs support

red and stung, as if trying to completely wash away th

thes, I pulled my suitcase ou

he things I had bought with my own money. As for the che

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The Betrayed Girlfriend's Secret Million Dollar Comeback
The Betrayed Girlfriend's Secret Million Dollar Comeback
“For eight years, I lived in a freezing, unheated apartment, washing the bloodstains out of my mob enforcer boyfriend's suits every day. He strictly gave me two thousand dollars a month, saying we had to live frugally and save up enough money to escape this dark world. But when I was washing his clothes, I found a receipt for a custom engagement ring worth sixty-eight thousand dollars. That ring wasn't for me, but for his secret lover, Mia. I cracked the password on his encrypted laptop and uncovered his three-year-long double life. He wasn't a bottom-tier thug struggling to survive in a dangerous game at all. He embezzled forty-eight thousand dollars from his mob boss's accounts every month to buy Mia diamonds, cars, and a luxury apartment in Manhattan. And meanwhile, I was drinking watery porridge just to save a little on the electricity bill. When I confronted him, he didn't show a single ounce of guilt, accusing me instead: "You're too heavy. Being around you suffocates me." He thought I was a pathetic parasite who couldn't survive without his protection. But what he didn't know was that I had already quietly earned over a million dollars through legitimate antique painting restoration work. I packed my bags. It was time to let the mob know who was really stealing their money.”