Frederick—once so strict about keeping work and his personal life separate—hired her as his secretary. He even paid her a ridiculous salary. Worse, he’d spend the night away from home every time she called.
I cried, fought with him, and did everything I could to make him see how much it hurt me. All my efforts were meant to show him how much I hated how close he and Colette were.
Unfortunately, all I did was drive him further away. Eventually, he grew tired of me.
After that, Sherman Group went bankrupt, and my parents threw themselves in front of a train.
I barely made it back home in one piece, only to find Colette standing in my bedroom in nothing but lace lingerie. Meanwhile, Frederick stood before her, his shirt half unbuttoned.
Furious, I shoved her. I didn’t even push her that hard, yet she fell right out of the second-floor window.
The very next day, Frederick dumped me in the middle of nowhere. And just like that, I was left to survive five months alone.
Now, the same man who had abandoned me stood there with an icy expression.
“What’s wrong, Anastasia? Planning to become a prostitute now that you’re not an heiress anymore?” he mocked.
