She Married a Rich Man, Not Knowing I'm RicherChapter 1

I proposed to my pregnant girlfriend, but she looked at me like I was dirt beneath her shoes.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I won’t let a child tie me down, and I sure as hell won’t spend my life with a broke loser like you.”

I had never imagined that the woman I had loved for so many years could be so shallow, so cold.

Before I could utter a word about my finances, she snatched her luggage and walked out without so much as a glance back.

…

The next time I laid eyes on her was at a business dinner.

She was crying, clinging to her husband, an aging man at least twice her age, wailing that I had been stalking her.

Her so-called husband turned to me with a smug grin and said, “I’m about to close a deal with the richest man in the country. You’d better drop to your knees and apologize now or get ready to cry later.”

At that, I smiled. Then, without a word, I pulled out my phone, made a call, and said calmly, “This deal is off.”

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I held up a custom diamond ring and knelt on one knee, my eyes fixed on Blair Bellemont with quiet hope.

“Marry me. I’ll love you and the baby forever. I will…”

Before I could finish, Blair frowned with visible irritation. She snatched the ring from my hand and scoffed coldly.

“Lol. You’re proposing with a fake diamond ring?”

“If you’d at least bought a real one that matched your supposed status, maybe I’d have thought better of you. But this? What is it, some cheap knockoff the size of a quail egg?”

I stood frozen. The woman who had always appeared gentle and sweet was gone. Her mocking tone cut deeper than any blade.

Still, I convinced myself it was just the pregnancy. Hormones could change a person, right?

So I smiled and tried to explain that the ring was real.

But Blair didn’t even let me speak. “What’s with that stupid grin? Who are you trying to fool? Forget the proposal; I’m not marrying you.”

“You’re not marrying me?” My voice cracked. “But we’ve been together for so many years. And you’re carrying my child…”

I was growing anxious, but Blair only laughed harder, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Who says getting pregnant means I have to get married?”