Love's Shadow, A Billionaire's Tears

From the back cover

He broke my heart ninety-nine times, but it was the last one that finally killed my love for him.

At his family's party, his new girl theatrically stumbled, pulling us both into the pool. My heavy gown dragged me down, and I gasped for air, reaching for him.

But he shoved right past me. He saved her.

Through the chlorinated water, I heard his voice, sharp and clear for everyone to hear. "Your life is no longer my problem."

The world went silent. My love for him died in that pool.

But the final humiliation came a week later, at a high-stakes poker game. He kissed her in front of everyone, a brutal, public execution of my worth.

Then he looked straight at me, his voice booming across the silent room. "She's a much better kisser than you ever were."

Later that night, I overheard him talking to his second-in-command. "I'll keep her around long enough to make Ellie jealous. Give it a few weeks. She'll come crawling back, begging me to take her back. She always does."

My love, my pain, my heartbreak—it was all just a game to him.

So I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I went home, opened my laptop, and applied to a university in New York. This wasn't a threat. This was a burial.