2
The first night with Garrett, I knew he had
someone else in his heart; I was just a
replacement.
So, to please my benefactor and get more money, I tried my best to be like his ideal
woman.
After six years with Garrett, everyone in our
circle knew about me.
The moment Lily returned, messages of
mockery flooded my phone.
[The fake always gets exposed. Now that the
real deal is back, I wonder what you’ll do.]
[Stealing someone else’s love for so long.
Shameless.]
I shrugged. What could I do? I could lounge
by the pool in my luxury villa, indulging in
fresh, air–freighted fruit and sipping Garrett’s
million-dollar collection of wine.
Oh, and I could take helicopter rides, along
special routes, admiring the stunning scenery.
In winter, private onsen and private ski
resorts.
That was about it.
But thinking about leaving it all made me a
little sad.
I immediately opened my phone and went on a major spending spree. I couldn’t deprive
myself before leaving.
As I finished my online shopping spree and
looked at the endless orders, my mood
improved considerably.
Just as I was about to enjoy the king–sized
bed alone, I heard the door open, followed by
the sound of Garrett changing his shoes. It
was 6:30 PM.
I was surprised. His long–awaited “one true
love” had returned, and he came home so
early?
They needed to catch up, chat, eat, drink…
Stop! Not everyone shares my dirty mind.
I sighed, fixed my expression, and went to greet him. But I immediately noticed the
familiar box in his hands.
“Sarah, I’ve told you countless times, don’t use the company address for things like this.”
Inside the box was a black lace negligee.
“Do you like it?” I raised my head and asked.
Garrett sighed, as if resigned, “I like it.”
I smirked. What use was his liking it? In
Garrett’s heart, Lily would always come first.
For the next few days, I rarely saw Garrett.
I was relieved. I didn’t have to guess his
thoughts anymore. To secure my future, I
started secretly transferring the money I’d
accumulated over the years.
“After this birthday, I can leave,” I muttered to
myself. My birthday was in two weeks.
Every year since I met Garrett, he had spent it
with me. I hoped he would spend my last
birthday with me too.
