I gave my fiancée a life of luxury and a ring everyone envied. I came home early to surprise my mother, only to hear my fiancée hiss, “You’re useless.”

a cold billionaire.”

I closed the folder.

“You’ve planned this.”

“I’m practical.” She tapped the ring against my desk. “And I’m not walking away with nothing.”

There it was.

Not love.

Not remorse.

Just numbers.

“How much?” I asked.

Her eyes brightened.

“Twenty million. The beach house. And you announce publicly that the breakup was your fault.”

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