Gold Digger vs Gold Saver My Man's Double Life novel Chapter 81

Chapter 6

The burns covered too much area.

I was stuck in the hospital for a solid week.

Every time the nurses changed my bandages, ripping the gauze off my raw skin made me shake from the pain.

During all that time, Jasper didn’t call once.

But I could track his every move through Madison’s Instagram stories.

While I couldn’t even look at my destroyed face in the mirror, Jasper was strolling through D.C. streets with Madison.

Sunlight fell softly on her perfect, unmarked face.

Their bright smiles made my eyes sting.

While I tossed and turned all night because my wounds kept getting infected, Madison was posting updates like:

[Can’t sleep, but lucky I have a personal chef to make me midnight cakes.]

The photo showed Jasper in an apron, working away in the kitchen.

This man who’d promised to cook for me every single day was looking at her with such tenderness-like a complete stranger.

Meeting Jasper was a total accident.

Five years ago, fresh out of college, I moved to Manhattan determined to make it on my own.

I didn’t use Dad’s connections.

Even with my Ivy League degree, I got rejected everywhere.

That day, trying to impress some investors, I was greeting people in heels when my stiletto got stuck in a sidewalk grate.

My twisted ankle and everyone staring and laughing-I was completely mortified.

Jasper happened to be walking by and helped me out.

He got down on one knee and patiently freed my foot.

When he realized I was worried about keeping the investors waiting, he actually ran to a shoe store to get me new ones.

He was the first person who made Manhattan feel warm.

He was also the first to show me how easily people change.

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Gold Digger vs Gold Saver: My Man’s Double Life

Chapter 6

Dad brought in the country’s top medical team.

After two weeks of intensive treatment, my wounds finally healed.

But the doctor’s parting words hit hard:

“Even with healing, your sweat glands may never fully recover.”

I clenched my fists until my knuckles went white.

They were going to pay for every second of this pain-with interest.

I organized a charity gala under Dad’s name.

Seeing Madison post the gold-embossed invitation on her Instagram made me grin.

Game time.

This wasn’t just any party-when D.C.’s most powerful man throws an event, every major player shows up.

Politicians, CEOs, old money families who could make or break entire industries with a handshake.

Jasper was working overtime, wine glass in hand, flashing that practiced smile while desperately trying to network.

Poor guy had no clue how D.C. really worked.

These blue-blood families didn’t give a damn about some random tech bro from Manhattan.

I watched him make his rounds, collecting polite nods and fake interest.

His business cards hit trash cans faster than he could hand them out.

The humiliation was written all over his face-Mr. Manhattan Hotshot getting the cold shoulder.

Madison rushed over, practically bouncing with excitement:

“Jasper! Did you hear? Mr. Carter’s finally revealing his mystery daughter tonight!”

“Word is she’s obsessed with green tech. If we can get her on board with Stellar, we’ll be set for life!”

Jasper’s eyes lit up like Christmas morning. From zero to hero in one conversation.

That’s when the main doors opened.

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