Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 111

Chapter 11

Darius didn’t believe it for a second-actually laughed.

“Impossible. Claire’s not that kind of person.”

Before he’d even finished speaking, Lydia suddenly reached into my pocket, pulled out that crumpled check, and shook it open

in front of Darius.

Darius’s face went ashen. He stared at me in disbelief.

“Claire Morrison-”

I had no words.

Yeah, I’d taken the check. The reasons behind it-tangled up with my fragile pride-couldn’t be explained in a few sentences.

Darius wasn’t as heartless as I’d thought.

This relationship hadn’t been a complete waste. That was enough.

As for the future-

Looking around at this glittering world of wealth and power, I was miserable here while Darius thrived.

The gap between us would only grow. Eventually he’d be embarrassed by me, think I was dead weight.

Trying to force my way into circles I didn’t belong in would just make me a joke.

Even without Lydia, there’d be countless socialites who used to be out of his league now throwing themselves at him.

How many guys could resist that kind of temptation?

Rather than be betrayed and abandoned.

Better to be the one who breaks hearts.

I snatched the check back and forced a stiff smile at Darius.

“Yeah, four years of my youth for four million. The Blackwood family’s really generous-I’m quite satisfied with this price.”

“I just love money, Darius. This is where we end.”

I turned and walked away.

Tears streamed down my face with every step.

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Chapter 11

Darius didn’t come after me.

The banquet hall doors closed behind me, shutting out that dazzling, glamorous world.

Darius stayed inside.

And I kept walking forward, through the hotel’s opulent lobby, back to ordinary life.

Well, not that ordinary-at least I had four million now.

I stuck around New York for another two weeks, packing up, breaking my lease.

Every day I’d open my banking app and stare quietly at that string of numbers until my vision blurred.

Why wasn’t I as happy as I’d expected?

People are just pathetic like that-when you have love, you want money; when you have money, you crave love.

He’s just one guy. Three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are everywhere.

But he was Darius.

My amazing Darius.

Who made me breakfast before work every day, took the long way on the subway to pick me up, responded to every single thing I said, supported everything I did.

Even when he was swamped with overtime, working until midnight, I’d still see his string of messages.

[Just got out of a meeting, didn’t check my phone.]

[I saw the rainbow too-it really was beautiful.]

[That Sandwich looks amazing, why no more ham? You’re not fat at all, don’t worry about it, eat more.]

[On my way back, forty-five minutes and I’ll see you.]

[Miss you.]

[Miss you.]

I was used to staying in touch with him all day, sharing every tiny detail of my life.

He was my best friend, my

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