My Billionaire Ex-Boyfriend's Sweet Revenge
Language: en
"Ethan, I don't think we're working out anymore." Chloe pushed the limited-edition bracelet back toward me. It was the exact one I had stood in line for three hours to buy, but right now, her eyes held nothing but pure, unbothered disdain. I gripped the velvet box, my knuckles turning white. She had no idea I worked overtime for an entire month just to afford this. To her, the only thing that mattered was that her best friend just got a one-carat diamond ring, while she was stuck with what she saw as a cheap piece of silver. "We’re just not a match," she repeated, her voice dripping…