I never told my boyfriend’s arrogant parents that I was the one who owned the bank holding all their debt. To them, I was just “some barista with no future.” At their luxury yacht party, his mother sneered and shoved a drink into my hands, spilling it down my dress. “Staff should stay below deck,” she said coldly. His father laughed. “Careful—don’t ruin the furniture.”
broke the stillness, soft, almost pleading. “Carter… what just happened?”
She turned to face him. He was standing there, hands in his pockets, his face a mixture of disbelief and fear. His eyes searched hers, looking for the clarity he was so used to finding in her, but this time, it was different. This time, the clarity came with a cost.
