She Married a Rich Man, Not Knowing I'm RicherChapter 1

I proposed to my pregnant girlfriend, but she looked at me like I was dirt beneath her shoes.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I won’t let a child tie me down, and I sure as hell won’t spend my life with a broke loser like you.”

I had never imagined that the woman I had loved for so many years could be so shallow, so cold.

Before I could utter a word about my finances, she snatched her luggage and walked out without so much as a glance back.

The next time I laid eyes on her was at a business dinner.

She was crying, clinging to her husband, an aging man at least twice her age, wailing that I had been stalking her.

Her so-called husband turned to me with a smug grin and said, “I’m about to close a deal with the richest man in the country. You’d better drop to your knees and apologize now or get ready to cry later.”

At that, I smiled. Then, without a word, I pulled out my phone, made a call, and said calmly, “This deal is off.”

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I held up a custom diamond ring and knelt on one knee, my eyes fixed on Blair Bellemont with quiet hope.

“Marry me. I’ll love you and the baby forever. I will…”