The Sunk Cost: Leaving My Billionaire Fiancé

he Manhattan penthous

pyramid, the noise of clinking crystal and p

rk white. Inside the small bag sat the folded draft of their prenuptial

ess in her chest. Her eyes scanned the crowded ballroom, sea

fted toward her. Their designer gow

said, her eyes dropping to the massive diamond on Charlotte's left hand

ers of her mouth up. "Tha

ed like ash

ached out and grabbed a glass of sparkling wate

of two familiar figures disappearing down the dim

e socialites with a murmur about needing to po

n carpets. The thick wool completely ab

nsive Cuban tobacco mixed with Tom Ford cologne drifted

ng with his back to the door, a glass of amber liquid in his hand.

ed on his lips. "So, City Hall next week. You're really

against the cool wall, waiting for Atticus to defend

smoke. His voice, when he spoke, was

unk cost,

rlotte's chest li

e to unlock the final tier of the family shares. She knows the drill. It's a long-term investment that yields no real excite

stomach viol

ngernails dug so hard into the leather of her c

, you are a cold bastard. You don't

contract. Nothing more. She gets the George na

m sliced through Charlotte

shed tears. Her heel caught the edge of a heavy b

an

thud echoed loudly

side the cigar room

rough the crack, his sharp, predatory gaze

ound, hiking up the heavy silk skirt of her

he women's restroom and locked h

r air as if she had been held underwater. Her heart h

ge vanity mirror. Her face was chalky white. The flawless makeup

she opened the velvet clutch. She

ial Agr

er tight grip. Her eyes burned fiercely

rlot

ice came from right out

froze in

d it shut. She closed her eyes, forced her facial

his dark eyes entirely unreadable, staring