He turned slowly, sliding his phone into his belt, irritation flashing across his face.
“What’s your problem now?” he scoffed. “Do you want more money? A better gift? Just say it instead of acting pathetic.”
The words sliced through me, reducing everything I had given him to something transactional.
“I don’t want your money,” I whispered, tears spilling freely. “I want you. I want my partner to show up. That’s all I ever asked for.”
He laughed softly, cruel amusement flickering in his eyes as he grabbed my chin.
“Your tears won’t change anything, Sami,” he said coldly. “You’ll never have what you want. And don’t expect to see me at your graduation.”
He shoved me away and slammed the door, the echo reverberating through the halls of the manor.
Our relationship had always been empty. From the beginning, it was an arrangement orchestrated by his mother—two strangers forced into proximity for convenience and image. Despite the army of staff surrounding us, he demanded I tend to his needs personally, confusing control with intimacy.
The man I once loved was gone—if he had ever truly existed at all.