I Stopped Simping, And My Billionaire Ex Lost His Mind

Synopsis

Eric Grant, my boyfriend, knows drinking messed with my stomach, but that never stops him from making me get wasted with his friends. Tonight, a wave of nausea hits me so hard that I have to brace myself against the hallway wall just to escape the private room. As the door swings shut, his voice, slick with arrogance, cuts through the noise. "You think I couldn't make her eat shit? I could, and she'd get on her knees and thank me for it." The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I freeze. "If her old man wasn't the richest guy in this city, you think she'd even qualify as my backup? She can puke her guts out, but she'll be right back here to keep the drinks coming."