From Substitute Lover To Scorned Heiress
I gave up my family's billion-dollar fortune to build a company from scratch with my college boyfriend, Bryant. I fought my father for him, believing our love was the one thing I could count on.
Then his childhood sweetheart, Kiley, came back to town, and I discovered the devastating truth: I was never his true love, just a convenient stand-in he chose because my smile reminded him of hers.
He moved her into his office, let her humiliate me, and even bought her a custom wedding gown in my name, trying to pass it off as an anniversary gift when I found it.
The night he came home smelling of her perfume and used his dead mother's memory to manipulate me, something inside me finally broke.
"You're all I have left," he whispered, holding me tight.
He thinks I'm the same naive girl who fell for his lies. But with my own family's empire now on the brink of collapse, I've already accepted an arranged marriage. And before I go, I'm going to burn his entire world to the ground.
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Chapter 3
Ava Burgess POV:
But in the end, nothing could compare to a first love, to the one who truly held a man's heart. Nothing.
Two months ago, Kiley Haynes, Bryant's childhood sweetheart, walked into my life. She appeared out of nowhere, a ghost from his past, and the moment I saw them together, I felt a tremor of unease. There was an intimacy between them, a lack of boundaries that sent a chill down my spine.
I tried to dismiss it, telling myself it was just harmless history. I figured she'd stay a few days, catch up, and then disappear back to wherever she came from.
I was wrong.
Kiley became Bryant's personal assistant. Just like that. A quick, unexpected shift that cemented her presence in our lives. She was everywhere, a constant fixture in our home and his office. My unease grew into a gnawing worry.
"Why Kiley?" I asked Bryant, trying to keep my voice light, innocent.
He just shrugged, already defensive. "The company needed extra hands, Ava. And it's easier to hire someone I already know, someone I can trust."
After that, his business trips became more frequent, his "late nights at the office" stretched into endless hours. Soon, he wasn't coming home at all, claiming crucial projects, tight deadlines. His absence became a gaping wound in our marriage.
Two days ago, unable to bear the gnawing doubt, I logged into HR' s attendance records. The truth hit me like a physical blow. Bryant and Kiley had been inseparable for weeks. Every business trip, every "late-night meeting," they were together.
The expense reports for their out-of-town trips showed a single executive suite, not two separate rooms. It screamed of shared nights, of a betrayal so blatant it made my stomach churn. The "overtime" was even more damning. Their names were consistently logged in and out at the same absurd hours.
I found myself back at the office, a hollow ache in my chest. I walked towards Bryant's door, the damning evidence heavy in my mind. As I approached, the door creaked open slightly. I saw Kiley rise from Bryant's desk, her back to me.