Gone Like Smoke
Language: en
I used to mock "love at first sight"—until I crashed into campus royalty Alistair Roth freshman year. One look, and I understood: a man so handsome even thrift‑store clothes looked runway‑ready. I’m shallow; I spent years obsessed with his face and body. So when his family’s fortune crashed, I threw money at him until he became my boyfriend. Three years in, his pride was bending. He was ready to "settle" for me; our families even planned a wedding. Then Serena appeared—bright, gentle, everything Alistair wanted. Overnight, his gaze turned from indifference to contempt. That night, reeking…