Too Late, Ex-Fiancé: The Secret Heiress Shines

Chapter 8

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arm milk in her hand. "I thought this might help you sleep." She placed

bed, still wrapped in Julian's coat.

or a safe topic. "I spoke to Liam earlier," she offered, mentioning Clara's y

s house she felt a real connection to, the ten

s gossip, a clumsy attempt at distraction. "You'll never gues

e Clara's in

Carlisle children, don't you? Their mother passed away when they were young, and

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d sharp, sliced through her. A rainy night near the Columbia campus. The blinding glare of h

ara's face. Her breath ca

Oh, Clara," she stammered, her face paling with horror. "I'm so s

, useless thing that onl

icy grip. The car, the rain, the sound... it was all there, just beneath

id, her voice a th

. She had done it again. She had tried to get close, and in her

d and distant, all emotion locked aw

it. She nodded silently and backed out of t

l on the bed, pulling her knees to her chest. The PTSD

are. He had been there, in the background of her life, near the place w

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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.”