He Dumped Me, Then Found Out I Was a Heiress

Synopsis

When James Grant sent the breakup text, Claire Sutton was sitting in a little pasta place by the back gate of campus with a three-dollar bowl of spaghetti in front of her and a middle-aged man in a sharp suit across the table. A moment earlier, the man had said, "My name is Andrew Sutton. I'm your biological father." Claire's fork stopped in midair and cut him off before he could finish. "Hold on, mister. I'm a broke student with two dead parents. I don't have any money for you to take." Andrew realized she had him pegged as a con artist. He put out a hand, and the other man in a suit at the next table pulled a document out of his briefcase in a hurry. Andrew took it and set it down in front of her. Claire looked at the cover. It was a paternity test. "Are scammers this thorough now?" She put the fork down and paged through the file until she reached the last line. [Results support a biological parent-child relationship between the submitted sample and Andrew Sutton.] Claire didn't move for a long time. She had always known she was a foundling. Her parents had taken her in when she was three or four, in the rain, running a fever. "I've been looking for you for eighteen years. You were four. The nanny wasn't watching you, and you were taken," Andrew said. Claire looked at him with nothing on her face. Her lips moved, and no sound came out. Her phone buzzed. The screen lit up beside her, and she glanced down. The contact was saved as James, and the message was three words. James: [Let's break up.]