He threw me out on the street after inheriting 75 million, believing I was a burden. But when the lawyer read the final clause, his triumphant smile turned into a face of panic.

his vanity, his constant hunger to be admired—I had dressed those flaws up as ambition because I loved him.

Or maybe I loved the man I thought he could become. That was the real tragedy. I had spent a decade loving a possibility while ignoring the man standing right in front of me.

When I met Curtis, he was magnetic in the way certain dangerous people continue reading …