She Traded My Three-Year Hard Work for His FerrariChapter 1
Nathan's POV
Three days before our wedding, my fiancée sold the house we had been preparing for three years.
Because of that, her circle of girlfriends went into an uproar.
“You’ve lost your mind, haven’t you? Just because Daniel wanted that new Ferrari, you sold the house? Does Nathan even know? Where are you two going to live after the wedding then?”
“Exactly! That place was all Nathan’s work inside and out. He poured his heart into it!”
Yet, Cassandra Grant simply downed a drink, her face calm and careless. “He loves me that much. Remember, he nearly lost half his life once when he stepped in front of a knife for me. You think he cares about one house?”
Smirking, she even added, “Besides, isn’t he always saying, ‘Wherever you are is home’? Well, this is the perfect time to see if he really means it.”
Little did they know, I was standing right outside the private room, holding a thermos of soup I had made for her. Without a word, I turned and walked away.
On the wedding morning, her calls came like a curse that wouldn’t stop ringing.
“Nathan! Where the hell are you? My whole family is waiting for you!” she berated as soon as I picked up her call.
But I only stared out the window at the familiar streets passing by and answered, “I already signed the papers. I’m home now.”
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That house, which was supposedly our wedding home, had been my life’s work for three years, from the very first interior sketch to the last touch of paint.
But for Daniel Lawson’s one casual sigh of ‘I really want that car,’ Cassandra quickly and mindlessly turned my years of effort into cash and bought him a Ferrari.
I had stood outside the bar that night, my hands shaking, my chest aching so bad I could hardly breathe.
Her friend, Rachel Walsh, couldn’t hold back anymore. “Cassandra, seriously, you’ve got to at least tell Nathan. Selling a house ain’t like selling peanuts. When he comes back and finds it gone, won’t he go crazy?”
But Cassandra just waved her hand dismissively, annoyed. “Enough already. Nathan, Nathan, is that all you people know how to say? What, can't I make use of his hard work? Worst case, we could just rent another place.”
“But it’s not the same!” Rachel pressed. “This was your wedding home. It means something. Doing this, honestly, cuts deep.”