The Billionaire’s Revenge

he night my world

echoed in my mind: "Claire is at the club with another guy." I had to see it for myself. The

ded room frantically. "Where is she?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. He

massive frame blocking my path. I felt a surge of anger and humiliation. That's when I spotted a discarded waiter's ja

ting on some guy's lap, laughing and flirting like I didn't exist. I felt like I'd been pun

, but she didn't get up. "Ethan, please leave," she said, her voice trembling. I was

ming with triumph. I wanted to punch him, but I restrained mysel

d on my shoulder. "You have to leave," he growled, steering me

Claire. A flicker of guilt crossed her face before a smug smile settled

ars together in my mind. I remembered our first meeting like it was yesterday. It was

w then that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. Sh

d was falling apart. I couldn't understand how she could do this to

irst kiss, our first vacation together. Were they all just a facade?

me down into a dark abyss of despair. I felt like I wa

Could I ever forgive her? Could we ever go back to the way things were? I didn't

and walked into my empty apartment, the sil