Heiress Betrayed: My Sweet Revenge Wedding

From the back cover

For seven years, I hid my identity as a wealthy heiress to be with my boyfriend, Ewing. I followed him across the country and made myself small so he could feel big.

On Thanksgiving, he ditched our celebration for his first love, Bree, who supposedly had a "burst pipe."

Later, she posted an intimate selfie with him, calling him her "hero."

Then she sent me a video of him at a bar, laughing with his friends.

"She's just being dramatic," he slurred, smirking at the camera. "A new necklace and she'll forget all about it. She's easy."

Easy. Seven years of my life, my love, my sacrifice-all reduced to that one word. I realized I was never his partner. I was just a placeholder.

I didn't cry. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to New York, and sent him one final text before blocking his number.

"Don't bother coming home. I'm getting married."