Chapter 1The Breaking Point: Walking Away From the Billionaire Heir
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I chased Jaxon for ten years, cleaning up after his endless parade of girlfriends, until this time.
I had a conflict with a girl in the restroom, and Jaxon rushed in with his entourage of friends.
After examining the minor injuries on Avery’s body, Jaxon stood up, his face ice-cold:
"Stella, apologize to her."
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I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing.
The women’s restroom.
It was packed with Jaxon and his frat-bro friends. The girls outside were too scared to come in, and the crowd stared at me with eyes full of mockery or secondhand embarrassment.
I shook the water off my hands and explained calmly, "I didn't push her."
There were no cameras in the restroom, and this girl was clearly banking on that.
Avery offered a bitter, fragile smile, gently tugging at Jaxon’s sleeve. "It really was me being careless."
"Stella, I’ll say it one more time—apologize!"
Jaxon roared, grabbing my arm.
In my twenty-five years of life, my dignity had never been trampled on like this.
One of his friends stepped forward, looking uncomfortable. "Jaxon, come on, this is Stella..."
"What makes you think she’s any different?" Jaxon raised his voice, glaring dead at me. "She’s just a dog!"
The blood in my veins seemed to freeze instantly.
Memories wrapped in raw emotion flooded my mind. The insecurities and terrors that kept me awake on countless late nights finally materialized, slapping me hard across the face.
A few girls whispered among themselves; some even suppressed a laugh.
Jaxon’s friends, who had always disliked me, were secretly gloating.
I stared at the face in front of me, a tidal wave of bitter sorrow overturning in my chest.
When someone tried to intervene and break up the fight, Jaxon refused to let me go. I lowered my eyes, clenched my left fist, and slapped him across the face as hard as I could!
Jaxon froze.
My eyes were red as I looked straight through him.
Leaning in close, I whispered, "I’m a dog? Then you’re a son of a b*tch."