After Amnesia, I Took Back Everything I Gave My Football Star Boyfriend Chapter 05

After Amnesia, I Took Back Everything I Gave My Football Star Boyfriend Chapter 05

I withdrew every commercial resource under my personal control that Caden had been receiving.

That included sportswear endorsements, my recommendation for the league documentary, the private medical team I funded, and promotional partnerships with companies under my control.

But by now, he had already secured his place in the league. His team contract and performance on the field remained unaffected.

Aside from losing several high-paying endorsements, he wasn’t in danger of losing his star status anytime soon.

Nora was not satisfied.

“He’s getting off way too easily.”

“Without you, he wouldn’t even have made it into rookie minicamp back then, let alone become a star wide receiver.”

I leaned back on a sofa at a private club on Michigan Avenue while a nail technician worked on my fingertips.

“Forget it. He’s not my problem anymore.”

I had once possessed the power to make him famous, and I still had the power to make the market lose interest in him.

But there was no need.

My father had taught me from childhood that having power did not give me the right to abuse it.

Just as the manicure ended, my phone rang.

A man spoke from the other end, his voice slightly slurred with alcohol.

“Erin, I want to see you.”

I recognized Caden’s voice.

Not because I followed him, but because ads featuring him and his postgame interviews were everywhere. It would have been harder not to recognize him.

“And?”

I genuinely wanted to know how badly the old me must have spoiled him if he believed that saying he wanted to see me would have me rushing straight to him.

Caden fell silent for a moment, his voice carrying an unmistakable note of hurt.

“Everyone online says you’ve given up on me.”

I lowered my eyes to the tiny diamonds set into my nails.

“I have.”

“Aren’t your fans happy about it?”

After I unfollowed him, people quickly noticed that brands connected to me had begun ending their partnerships with Caden one after another.

His fan communities were full of celebration.

“Caden is finally free!”

“Congratulations to him for escaping that controlling heiress of the Silver Lake Pack.”

“Those of us who support Caden and Natalie can finally celebrate.”

Someone even offered an $888 giveaway to celebrate Caden escaping my control.

I had no idea what they were so happy about.

Professional sports had no shortage of young, strong, attractive players.

Looks and talent were never the scarcest assets.

What was truly scarce was capital, connections, medical support, and influence within the league.

In this relationship, I had always been the one with the power to walk away.

I wasn’t the person who had ruined Caden’s career.

I was his investor.

While he was still trying to explain himself over the phone, I casually reposted a photo of him and Natalie together in London.

“They look perfect together. I hope they stay together forever.”

Since his fans wanted me to support them publicly, I would give them exactly what they wanted.

It was also the cheapest and most efficient way to send a clear signal to the public and the market.