Too Late, Ex-Fiancé: The Secret Heiress Shines

Chapter 7

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s forced to call home. Clara stepped out, pulling Julian's coat tighter. The scen

ng in the foyer, her face arranged in

back! Howard

und it was a physical weight on her shou

oversized coat. "Oh, what a

oice flat. She tried to walk past, but her fat

" Howard Hayes said. There was no w

been holding back for years finally broke free. "I want to move out," she

culous. The invitations for the engage

, Dad," she said, her voice cr

tactics, his voice softening into a tone of patronizing reason. "Clara, you know wh

hat haunted every room in this ho

d carefully placed on her shoulders as a child, settled over her again. "It wa

d and final. "Especially Arthur Sterling. This marriage is the on

r. Her life wasn't her own. It was a transa

last reserve of strength. "I won't spend

voice bouncing off the high ceilings. "It is your duty

weapon, designed to make he

It was useless. She just s

ual role of peacemaker. "Howard, don

nort and retreated into his stud

ly. "Your father is just under

nt, so insulting, it

door, leaned back against it, and slid to the floor. She pulled Julian's coat around her and buried her face in the s

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“I stood in the biting November wind for twenty minutes just to deliver a coat to my fiancé, Ethan. But when I entered the private club suite, I found a wealthy socialite sitting in his lap. He hadn't forgotten his coat. She had used his phone to summon me, just to mock my plain clothes and make me the punchline of their cruel joke. Ethan didn't defend me. Instead, he publicly denied our engagement in front of the city's elite, threw some cash on the table, and told me to get out. When I fled home and begged my father to call off the wedding, he furiously refused. "It is your duty to this family!" He roared the words, reminding me that this marriage was my lifelong penance for the car accident that killed Ethan's mother years ago. My stepmother just watched, fully aware that my father was using my trauma to secure his business deals with the Sterlings. I was suffocating under the crushing weight of a sin I didn't commit. Why did my entire existence have to be a transaction? Why was I forced to endure endless humiliation for a tragedy that wasn't even my fault? I had spent years being their obedient, silent victim, letting them drain the life out of me. But the next morning, when Julian Carlisle-the city's most notorious and untouchable billionaire who had unexpectedly defended me at the club-walked into my bakery, everything shifted. I looked right into his dark, intimidating eyes and smiled. This time, I was going to use the devil himself to break my cage.”