Dominic held Marina Holt’s delicate hand and smirked. “When we couldn’t even afford food, she tore up her Harvard letter just to stick by me. You think a wedding ring is what’ll break her? If she really has the guts to leave me over this, then maybe I’ll actually be impressed.”
I froze where I stood, then soon forced a bitter smile.
Fine. Let’s break up then.
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“Are you throwing money at me again? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
The black card smacked against Dominic’s face.
Marina’s brows pinched together as she snapped, “Dominic, I’m not some caged canary you can buy with cash!”
The room went dead silent as the card fell to the floor.
But instead of anger, Dominic just chuckled, eyes fixed on the pouty girl in front of him. His thumb grazing the diamond on her finger, he apologized, “My bad. I shouldn’t have treated you like the kind of girl who can be bought.”
Marina pulled her hand away, crossing her arms as she turned her back on him. “I’ve told you before. I’m with you because I like you, not because of your money. Rich or broke, it doesn’t matter. If you can’t understand that, we’re done.”
“Come on, sweetheart.” He reached for her hand, but she yanked it free.