Chapter 3The Breaking Point: Walking Away From the Billionaire Heir

I stared fixedly at the man in front of me.

It made sense now. He knew exactly what I cared about, exactly where it hurt the most, which was why he deliberately twisted the knife there.

Avery stepped forward. "Jaxon, let it go."

Jaxon stood completely still.

Carter, seeing that this drama was about to be brushed over, yelled out like he was enjoying a show: "Jaxon, you aren't gonna say it? Fine, I’ll say it! This girl, Stella, started off using childhood favors to chain you down. Then, she gets assaulted, you play the hero and save her, and she uses that to leech off you forever! Have you ever seen someone so shameless?!"

Boom. If earlier I only suspected Jaxon didn't love me, in this moment, I was absolutely certain of it. He hated me.

The scene from the past flashed before my eyes. I clenched my fists, taking a deep breath, but my entire body felt like it was about to collapse.

Assaulted? Is that how he understood it? Is that how he told the story to everyone else?

The restroom fell into chaotic whispers.

A crack appeared in Jaxon’s expression. He tried to grab me, but I dodged.

Bending over, I could barely catch my breath.

In a spot where Jaxon couldn't see, Avery shot me a triumphant, gloating look. It seemed she knew about it too.

I licked my dry lips and picked up my purse. As I brushed past Jaxon, my eyes were bloodshot. I couldn't help it. Being bitten by the wolf pup I raised with my own hands actually hurt.

I gave him one last look, offering a faint smile as I pulled out my phone, blocked and deleted every single contact method I had for him, and dropped the phone back into my bag.

"I won't apologize. You deserve each other. May we never meet again."