Undercover Vows To My Billionaire Target Chapter 2

After that day, Liam and I officially broke up.

Soon, my former colleagues, who had always resented me, began to ostracize me.

I was forced to attend increasingly seedy business functions.

After downing glass after glass of hard liquor, my head spinning, I excused myself to the restroom and escaped to the hallway.

From the adjacent private room, I heard a familiar voice:

“I’ll drink this for Chloe. Don’t make it hard on her.”

“The new sister-in-law is pretty, alright. Got our Liam all protective. But I wonder whose bed skills are better, hers or the former Ms. Sylvia’s?”

Another playboy laughed. “Definitely the Sylvia beauty. And that waist, those curves…”

Liam spat out a curse, his tone suddenly serious. “Shut up. Chloe is a good girl. If you dare say another dirty word like that, I’ll rip your mouths off.”

Everyone knew Chloe was the apple of his eye and dared not joke any further.

Listening from outside, I felt a sandstorm rage in my heart, dark and suffocating.

Six months ago, soon after I recovered from the miscarriage, Liam would drag me to clubs and parties.

He would aggressively kiss me and tear at my clothes in front of his friends.

Balconies, luxury cars, public parks… he never cared about my reputation, taking me whenever and wherever he pleased.

Once, at a villa party outside the city, he pinned me against the transparent floor-to-ceiling window…

His friends were downstairs in the yard, playing cards, and they all saw me clearly when they looked up.

Liam had never once scolded his friends for me.

He had never once said that I was a good girl.

Maybe, in his heart, I was nothing more than a vulgar, gold-digging sales associate.

I managed a bitter, self-mocking smile and was about to leave.

The door to the private room opened, and I bumped right into Liam.

Our eyes locked, and silence fell between us.

Then, a clear female voice broke the tension. “Liam Hawthorne! Why didn’t you call me when you came out?”

Chloe Young hurried over. When she saw me, her face instantly soured.

“Liam, you lied to me! You said you’d cut all ties with your ex!”

With that, she turned and ran toward the elevator without a second glance.

Liam panicked, yelling “Chloe!” and chasing after her without a moment of hesitation.

I even heard him say, “What ex? She was just a casual plaything. Don’t think too much about it.”

Plaything. So, for two years, I was just a game to him.

It made sense. If it wasn’t just a game, why would he have treated me so carelessly?

I offered a self-deprecating smile, my eyes filled with quiet despair.