He leaned in, his voice hoarse as he kissed me and said, “Baby, don’t think of me as human tonight.”
That night, he consumed me entirely.
But when I woke up the next morning, he was gone. His phone number was disconnected, and all his social media accounts—WhatsApp, Instagram—were deactivated. It was as if he’d vanished from my world without warning.
Then, his lawyer arrived.
It was midday when the lawyer knocked on my door. He said Damian had specifically instructed him to come at this hour so as not to disturb my rest.
He handed me a document, and I skimmed it in confusion.
It was a transfer of assets—a villa, a Bentley, and two and a half million dollars in cash—clearly stating that Damian had willingly gifted them to me as a thank-you for our four years together.
So, he inexplicably dumped me and treated me like a kept woman, throwing money at me?
But I didn’t need his money!
I’d told him that when we first started dating. His response back then had been confident and dismissive: “No matter how rich you are, you’ll never have more than me.”
I let it go because I loved him.
But why did we have to break up like this?