No More Waiting For A Man Who Hates Me

Synopsis

On the day of our engagement, I stood in front of a room packed with guests and told Leon Hart he needed to double the bride price. I had to pay for my little brother's blood transfusion. He signed the check without hesitating. Then, as we slid the rings on each other's fingers, he leaned close, and his laugh was cold against my ear. "Desperate for cash? Are you made of gold, or do you charge by the hour?" For the next three years, he spent every night out at bars and clubs, while everyone laughed at me, the overpriced toy he bought, and regretted it. While I lay passed out on the curb, burning up with fever, waiting for a stranger to call 911, he was on a yacht in international waters. He was throwing a birthday party for his newest fling, complete with a private Northern Lights show that cost more than most people see in a lifetime. When I woke up in that hospital bed, staring at the stained ceiling panels, I grabbed my phone and called him. "Leon, the contract's up. I'm letting you go. Now you let me go." His voice was thick with disgust. "What's wrong, the allowance got a little tight? Trying to hike up your rates again?"