My Ex-boyfriend is the Son of the Richest ManChapter 1

My girlfriend, Stella Wilson, had been a college student who was sponsored by me.

Stella got a chance to go to college because of my help.

Later, Stella shot to fame and became a talented businesswoman that the business circles exclaimed.

In the seventh year of our relationship, Stella's first boyfriend returned home.

She said she had to go on a business trip, but when she came back, she brought home her first boyfriend.

"Let's break up, Stella."

I disappeared completely as she wished while she got drunk and cried for me to hold her on a snowy night.

"Hello? Baby, where are you?"

Stella paused on the other side of the phone and smiled, "Honey, I'm on a business trip. Did you miss me? I'll be back tomorrow."

I looked down at the picture my friend had sent me and remained silent for a moment. "Alright."

I hung up the phone and stared intently at the picture.

Stella had returned home, but she told me she hadn't. She was carried into a hotel by a man.

Late at night, if a man and a woman went to a hotel and flirted with each other, the implications were obvious.

I thought I could manage my feelings for her calmly, but now I realized that I had gotten used to loving her, and I would be heartbroken if I didn't love her.

The hotel Stella took the man to happened to belong to my friend who owned a hotel chain, and I had taken him to meet Stella.

Larry called me. "How's it going? Man, is she your wife?"

I smiled mockingly with tears in my eyes, "Yes."

"Oops, she's a bitch. I'll go upstairs and help you catch the adulterer!"

"No, I know the man. Thank you."

"Don't you need my help? Never mind, it's an honor for me to help a scientist like you, ha-ha!"

I wasn't exactly a scientist, and I just got good grades since I was a little boy. I found liberal arts too boring, so I thought it would be more fun to conduct experiments.

I was just an ordinary researcher.

I took my glasses off, grabbed some bottles of wine from the liquor cabinet, and slowly sipped them.

As I almost finished one bottle of wine, I couldn't help but laugh again.

I was already a thirty-five year old man, but I still chose to get drunk like a silly young man when I broke up.

Even though I was older, the good thing was that I was younger in appearance and looked like twenty-five at the most.