Chapter 5
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I officially declared war on Blake.
Every project involving the Harrison family-I pulled all funding.
Mutually assured destruction. I’d lose some, he’d lose more.
3lake and I were different.
was the Reed family’s only heir, their precious daughter.
Blake was the bastard son they found at sixteen.
The Harrison family only started taking him seriously after our engagement.
n this business war, he couldn’t afford to lose.
riends asked me:
Why let Celeste keep running wild? Why not teach her a lesson?”
ecause I wouldn’t waste time on a woman like her.
always believed a man’s betrayal isn’t just about some woman’s seduction.
he’s committed, no one can shake him.
hree years ago, I had no idea how far Blake and Celeste had gone.
thought he’d just developed feelings for her.
I’d known they’d already been intimate,
never would’ve fought for a man who was already dirty.
uring these times, Blake was swamped and stressed.
e hadn’t been home in days.
o make it up to them, he gave Celeste and her daughter his Black card.
Then friends dragged me out to cheer me up, we ran into her at the mall.
ad luck-Celeste wanted a bag worth hundreds of thousands.
he same one I’d already ordered.
When the sales associate greeted me, she flashed the card smugly.
Blake gave me this. He said I could buy whatever I want.”
Miss Reed, I know you’re rich, but you can’t compete with Blake’s money.”
Apparently she had no idea what kind of trouble her precious Blake was in.
The little girl rolled her eyes at me, then shouted at the staff:
Pack it up for my mom right now!”
Without my word, no one moved.
“My bag Why do you always try to steal what’s mine?”
Celeste looked down, playing victim.
Honestly, I was really confused.
“Miss Reed, I know you don’t like me,
but how is buying something that’s for sale stealing?”
I laughed. This was amusing.
“Then what about Blake? He was still my fiancé back then.”
Now she looked even more pitiful.
“That wasn’t stealing. You couldn’t keep your man. I just picked up the pieces.”
In the end, Celeste’s daughter called Blake while crying.
The man finally showed up, dark circles under his eyes.
Lucia Morh is a passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.