The Billionaire's Cinderella.

I do, I will break down. Already, my fingers are trembling and my lip

and he has handed it

of loving myself. Perhaps, it is why I ignored the signs-those small tells that showed he was lying; his sudden anger whenever I tried to get t

cheek and I wipe it off fur

and grabs my hand. "Amb

, jerking my head toward his apartment. "Go finish wh

ible because he cringes when he looks at

top me this time. Good. Because he has nothing he co

m a cake to celebrate our first anniversary, but it fell out of my hands just as my smile fe

t what

oaned loud enough to bring the house down

Perhaps he lied to her the way he d

don't stop even after I'm home. I can't seem to. It seems

The few that make up my gallery are pictures of his side profile or the back of his head.

anger. Thumbs flying and vision blurred with tears, words form on my screen-not nea

ll go away then. In case you're asking, this is over, Grant. St

Usually, I don't swear, but there are special cases th

from now on. Not that it matters anymo

in the mood to bake either. Exhaustion creeps into my bones, nothing like I have felt since leaving my parents' home. Tears start to flow down my cheeks again and miserable hiccups follow. I'm grateful no one else is h

n to the pain in my heart. I should never have trusted him. Had it been so bad to wish for him to

sion not to cry anymore. To solidify that thought, I get off the bed to change

ntown in hopes of drowning my so