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Broken Promises of Deep Love

After her partner of three years flirts with a new secretary at a gala, Sarah immediately evicts him and his parasitic family from her home. Her ex-boyfriend retaliates by blaming her for their childless relationship, demanding she accept his mistress to maintain her status. However, his arrogance leads to a legal downfall. A fraud investigation sends him to prison, where he discovers the ultimate betrayal: the child he touted was never his.
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Chapter 2

Sure enough, men really do change once they get money.

Tonight, James and Lisa were the ones having all the fun.

The snow was falling heavily, and a thin layer of ice had formed over the tire tracks on the road. A car was moving slowly along the street.

I forced my nearly-frozen legs to run toward it - if I missed this one, I might actually freeze to death out here tonight.

The owner turned out to be a kind-hearted, handsome guy. Maybe it was because I looked so pitiful - crying and freezing - but he invited me into his car.

Once I was seated, he thoughtfully handed me a pack of tissues and asked casually, "Breakup?"

I was surprised he could tell, but instead of saying anything, I let my actions answer.

Noticing some bottles of liquor on the passenger seat, I picked one up and asked, "Can I drink this? I'll pay you."

He replied nonchalantly, "Sure, but you'll have to pay extra if you mess up the car."

With his permission, I started drinking straight from the bottle. "I'm letting loose tonight. Tomorrow, I'm kicking that cheating jerk back to wherever he came from!"

...

When I next opened my eyes, I was in a hospital with an IV in my arm.

"Don't move. You had a stomach hemorrhage from drinking too much last night. You just got out of surgery."

It was the same familiar voice - the kind, handsome driver.

His name was Travis Lewis, a gastroenterologist. He'd actually performed my surgery last night.

The liquor, car cleaning, surgery fees... We hadn't even known each other for twenty-four hours, and I already owed him so much!

I really couldn't remember what happened last night. Only fragments came back to me - crying to Travis while clutching the bottle, and throwing up on him when he tried to take it away.

I felt mortified. I'd made such a mess of this handsome doctor's night. I definitely needed to add compensation for emotional distress.

Suddenly, a 'ding' from my phone on the bedside table brought me back to reality.

James’s name flashed on the screen, and my heart sank a little. After three years together, it was impossible not to feel something.

Take a deep breath.

After composing myself, I calmly answered his call.

"What is it?"

"Mom said you didn't come home last night. Where are you?" His voice was urgent and somewhat accusatory.

I laughed softly and replied, "I'm wherever you were last night."

"Sarah, don't joke around. You know you're the one in my heart."

His words made me laugh even harder, tears streaming down my face.

"Aren't you the one joking? Remember what you did? You were flirting with Lisa in front of everyone last night."

The line went silent for a while before he finally said, "I'm sorry, I messed up. Let's get married tomorrow, okay?"

I replied softly, "Are you treating marriage like some kind of reward for me? Don't tell me you actually think you're such a catch. Why don't you say that to Lisa instead? I wish you both a happy life together."

After hanging up on James, I dialed another number.

"Is this the moving company?..."

My best friend rushed to the hospital after hearing about my surgery. When she learned what James had done, she started cursing him right there in the hospital, swearing to make him pay.

Susan Tanner and I were old classmates. After graduation, most of our college friends got busy with their own lives and naturally lost touch, but since Susan and I lived in the same city, we hung out often.

Our relationship grew closer, and now we're best friends.

Seeing Susan getting so worked up for me made me feel a bit better.

"I've already called the moving company to throw out everything in my house."

"What good is throwing things out when his mother is still there? I'll have Chris keep an eye on things."

As she spoke, her eyes twinkled mischievously, and a sly smile spread across her face.

"Look at you, moving from one romance to another! You just kicked out that jerk and already met a handsome doctor. Better not let this one slip away~"

...

The stomach hemorrhage was a minor surgery, and after a few days of recovery in the hospital, I returned home.

Without any of James's things, the house looked even better than before. Now everything was decorated in my mother's style, which I really loved.

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