Chapter 15
Natalie opened her mouth, intending to scream and vent her frustration. But as the words reached her tongue, nothing came out–only a barely audible whimper. Why did Samuel lie to her like that?
Throwing her head back, she laughed hysterically, but the grief and hopelessness in her tone was unmistakable.
For someone as dazzling as him to fall in love with her, she once felt like the happiest person alive. He charged into a fire without hesitation just to retrieve the bracelet Agatha gave her, and he’d been willing to risk his life for her.
He had even filed for divorce from his wife of five years–just for her. And he’d respected her boundaries, never touching her until the day of their wedding.
Getting pregnant was the last thing she wanted. But instead of making her take the morning–after pill, he got a vasectomy.
Samuel’s love for her, once seemingly boundless, had faded. Now, he saw her as nothing more than a sugar baby, a mistress.
A strained sob escaped her. Grief, despair, and rage surged over her like a rising tide, dragging her down into a dark abyss and suffocating her. She had no strength left to fight it.
Just as she thought this was the end, the door suddenly swung open.
Her teary gaze met Samuel’s cold eyes.
It lasted only a second–but it felt like a century.
She naively thought that even if he only saw her as his sugar baby, they had shared something real. Now that he was exposed, he should at least feel uneasy, ashamed, even.
But disappointingly, he looked completely indifferent.
“Why?” she croaked, her voice thick with helplessness.
She wished this was just a cruel joke–a nightmare she could soon wake up from. That he’d still be beside her. That he’d still love her.
But Samuel crushed her hope.
“Because I’ve never met a woman as hard to conquer as you, and I was curious what it would feel like to finally do it. Now that I have, it turns out you’re nothing special after all.”
The moment those harsh words left his lips, a piercing pain shot through Natalie’s chest, like a blade driving straight into her heart.
Samuel’s cold, condescending gaze fell on the woman on the floor. Impatience flickered in his eyes.
“Now that you know,” he said coolly. “You can leave. Considering how well you’ve served me these past few days, I’ll give you that apartment. And I’ll throw in ten million. Just don’t ever appear in front of me again.”
Natalie burst into tears.
“I don’t want any of that! I’m not that kind of person! I just want you. Why? Why do you say you love and still treat me like this?”
“Love?” Samuel scoffed. “Natalie, I was just toying with you. Just how self–absorbed are you to think that was love?
“Ever since the beginning, Catherine was the only one I ever loved.”
His words hit her like a slap. Natalie’s face turned pale, as if her soul had been knocked right out of her. She sat there, stunned, unable to speak.
Her vision blurred, and she felt on the verge of passing out. Her entire world had crumbled.
Samuel had no interest in dragging it out. He had more important things to do. Taking a prewritten check from his assistant, he tossed it in front of her.
“That’s it, we’re done. And if you ever come back and try to cause trouble again… think twice about your grandmother in the hospital.”
Without another word, he turned and walked out–leaving her behind, drowning in her grief.
