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Walk Away, Darling: Leaving The Billionaire Behind

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 1576    |    Released on: Today at 12:00

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e railroad tracks suddenly looked spacious once

ked my whole life into one su

s no one we knew would ever set foot in; a silver necklace he had bought me from a kiosk in the middle of a mall corridor, which had

once worn h

'd said at the time, tucking his into the back

paid a courier to hold it until eight sharp on the Monday two weeks out, far enough ahead t

d gray and c

e in the main hall, after which the faculty review committee would vot

rs in cash, exactly the money I needed to co

teaching building, the soft autumn drizzle

ard the curb and drove straight into a

ist down, soaking through my gray wool pants

ger window

spite the gray sky, she was wearing a pair of oversized

eel, laughing so hard he kept

l with fake alarm. "Tyler didn't see the puddle. Do you

r dripping from the soaked hem of m

Sherry and s

mean and pleased, and

SUV roared down the drive tow

, pulled a fistful of paper towels from the dispenser,

into the fabric, spreading dark,

r, straightened my collar, lifted my

e than fifty students

n a crisp charcoal wool suit, next to his father's

odium, whispers ripp

s pointed at the mud-sp

t and immaculate, a clicker turning

the whispe

elivered a full twenty minutes with perfect composure: an econometric an

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Avery so much

the department chair, gave a

was Sher

nsumer behavior

photos, but the underlying data was pitifully thin, stitch

ing her mistakes with a nervous little laugh into the micr

his way, Avery answered wi

the chair of the review comm

tly tied. By the tradition of this endowed fellowship, the tie is bro

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went de

buttoned his jacket with an

ked up

r me to hand him a way out, waiting for me to look at him with d

des, and looked back at him with perfect indiff

jaw we

e away and cleare

erry's presentation showed a more practical understanding of how business networks actually work. The road to a successful c

and sorority seats erupt

and flew down from the stage to throw her arms a

his eyes went right over her shoulder, sea

much as rais

coat pocket, turned, pushed open the side door

airwell, his leather soles slappi

top righ

knuckles white with force, his voic

th everything I had. The force sent his w

your filthy hands,"

d back a step,

You treated me like I didn't exist. You humiliated me in front of everyone! Joey, if you'd just sent me one

makes me s

families' merger for your sake? Because you grew up poor and had to work twice as hard, you think you're better than everyone? Do you have any ide

ac

hrough the stairwe

f my strength in

d snapped t

loomed on his pale face,

with shock, then slowly, trembling,

r, I had never once r

id a single ha

rievance, hidden for four whole years, just to

fixed your assignments. I hid in your closet like a rat in a sewer because you couldn't stand to be seen with me. And Avery, you never kept me secr

his throat, his arrogance and pride

ord to me." I cut hi

e heavy metal fire door with one hand, and stepped out into the freezing rain

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Walk Away, Darling: Leaving The Billionaire Behind
Walk Away, Darling: Leaving The Billionaire Behind
“He Spoiled Me, Then I Stopped Loving Him By the fourth year of being the rich heir Avery Pittman's secret girlfriend and unpaid housekeeper, he still wouldn't introduce me to his friends. Once again he asked me to skip a final exam to pick up his dry cleaning. I refused, and so began a cold war between us. It lasted a month. Then he turned up at a charity gala with an heiress on his arm, looking pleased with himself, and sent me a text: "Bringing Sherry to the gala is your punishment. If you apologize now for being so willful last month, I might be persuaded to give you a few perks too." I didn't lower myself and coax him the way I always had. I put my phone on silent and dropped it back in my bag. When the crowd started jeering, calling me a scheming gold digger, he looked me straight in the eye and, to protect his fragile vanity, threw me to the wolves without a second thought. "Joey's been throwing herself at me since freshman year. I only let her do my laundry because I felt sorry for her. I've never touched her." I had cooked for him. I had hidden in closets to keep us out of sight. I had loved him with everything I had, only to find that my dignity was worth nothing to him. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I tore the diary to shreds, flung the confetti of paper in their faces, and walked straight onto a midnight flight to Stanford. This time, I was finally going to live for myself.”