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.”