The Billionaire's Muse

physical appearance as a measuring tool for someone's quality. It's okay to have your preference, but enforcing it on others because

em, instead of leaving, support and love them more. Remember, what you reject today will become

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n through a lot over the past six years. Are you just going to throw everything away? All the promises you ma

eventh anniversary. So I though

een eyes for some reason didn’t have the usual emotion of love, care, and

ved. I couldn’t live without him. “Tell me what I did wrong. What went wrong? Let m

u because you’re a good person, Meredith. Bu

et to the root of the problem and

been seeing for a while, and I’m in love with her. She’s pretty, smart, funny, and has a gym body with a hug

hese years, and you do this to us? Do I deserve this? I never lied, cheated, or hurt you. You know how this period is wit

yourself up. This is on me. You never did anything wrong. In fact, until now and forever, no one will be able to re

life with. Who made promises never to leave, hurt or cheat on me was

thfully, I hated his arrogant ass. But, over time, we became friends and then got to know

great, and it drove me to support and stand by him, knowing that it will get better. I saw something in him beyond his physical looks.

into coding. That was another phase of endless support and healing. Absorbing all his dis

wed me, absolute love. Or, so he made me believe. Who knows? Maybe, he was doing all

l that fairy-tale world. He promised never to let go. He did. Now that i

me privacy since every press was after him now that he was a

had achieved together. From fat and nerdy to a supermodel with ripped abs, which we got with me encouraging him to start working out and placing him o

e was as committed and faithful as I was. Although he never gave me a reason to suspe

pay for the breakfast we ordered, which I didn’t touch since my appetite

ing. After all, you’ve a

m with you and my mind and body are elsewhere, that means I’m not supposed to be in this relationship. I would rather not mess up the opportunity of us having a friendly string. I don’t want us to become mortal enemies. Furthermore, I know that I’m a ba

onvinced myself to hold my head hi

cult to breathe. It was like my air pipe was getting cut off. This

t the first to have gotten dumped. You should be grateful that we di

aying. Things became blurry. The room

ve a good life, Meredith.” Those were