Humiliated by My Childhood Sweetheart, I Married Into a Billionaire Family Chapter 13

Humiliated by My Childhood Sweetheart, I Married Into a Billionaire Family Chapter 13

He hung up.

Rage. Shame. My face burned hot.

How did I give him that brooch?

Prom night.

We’d both been drunk.

Third floor of the Crawford estate. My bedroom.

He’d had me pressed against the door, kissing me so deep I could barely stand.

He was worked up.

But he stopped himself.

When he turned to leave, I called him back.

I pressed the brooch into his hand.

I told him what it meant.

He said nothing. But he took it.

And that was enough. Enough for me to believe he’d accepted my feelings.

These last few years were a nightmare. I’d woken up now.

I just wanted to cut every last tie.

I thought Brian would be thrilled. Toss the brooch back like garbage.

Never imagined he’d say this.

And now I understood.

The foolishness of youth always comes with a price.

If the brooch didn’t carry that meaning, I wouldn’t even ask for it back.

But I was about to marry someone else.

Leaving it with Brian wasn’t fair to Liam.