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I sat across from Julian Rivers in the coffee shop, watching him stir his black coffee with a silver spoon. He was my boyfriend of three months, but he was also something else—the obsessive second male lead from an urban romance novel, the kind who'd go completely unhinged for the original female lead. And me? I was Sophia Lane, the cannon fodder ex-girlfriend who dumped him for 300 thousand dollars check and ended up at the bottom of a river as his revenge. The plot didn't give me much time. I took a deep breath and pushed a bank card across the table, following the original script. "Julian, we need to break up," I said. "There's 300 thousand dollars in there. Consider it your breakup fee." I couldn't look at him. All I could hear was the sound of his spoon against the porcelain cup, and then it stopped. Dead silence. I fought every instinct screaming at me to run and forced myself to deliver the final line. "Being with you is boring." A few seconds passed. He finally moved, but it wasn't the explosion I expected. He didn't rage and ask any questions. He just reached across the coffee table with those elegant fingers and wrapped them gently around my wrist. His touch was cold, like ice-carved pearl. "Sophia," he said softly. His voice was calm and refined like always, but there was something new in it—a tremor I'd never heard before. "Who's forcing you?"