My mind spun, buzzing with a blank, numbing silence. Blair’s smirk deepened, her eyes gleaming with triumph.
“So honestly,” she said, her tone mockingly sweet, “I’m doing you a favor. You should be thanking me for ending it now. Better to know the truth today than wake up old and grey, only to realize your so-called son and grandson were never yours to begin with.”
3
I couldn’t find the words. My knees gave way, and I collapsed onto the floor, helplessly watching as Blair packed her things in silence. The home we had shared for three years was being emptied, piece by piece, like our memories meant nothing.
Only when her silhouette faded through the doorway did the truth finally hit me; this wasn’t a nightmare. It was real—all of it.
I had known Blair for five years. Loved her just as long. And yet, I had never imagined that the woman I’d held each night, the one I trusted with my heart, wasn’t even worthy of being called human.
It was almost laughable. I had fallen for her the moment I laid eyes on her, convinced that no one else could ever compare.
For her, I cut ties with my parents and moved out with nothing but belief in her and in us. Every single day, I worked myself to the bone. Nearly every cent I earned went straight into her hands.
But I did it all willingly because I truly believed she deserved the world.
I had never wanted to burden her with my family’s background, so I kept it to myself. As the years passed, my love for her only grew stronger. There were countless times I’d thought about telling her the truth about everything.
But every time I so much as hinted at it, Blair would cut me off with that same cold impatience.
“I already told you, I don’t care what your family’s like. Stop bringing it up. I’m dating you, not your family.”
“If you keep talking about this, I swear I’ll get mad and ignore you.”
Back then, I was foolish enough to believe it meant she didn’t care about material things. But today, I saw it clearly for what it was, she just didn’t want to hear that my family might be poor. To her, that would’ve meant a life of struggle. A future too small for someone with standards like hers.
At that thought, I let out a long, bitter sigh. Maybe it was better to know now than to keep living in a lie.
Once my head cleared, I picked up my phone and dialed my assistant.