Chapter 3

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I soon found where the money went on social media.

Two hours after she left, Weston Reed updated his status.

In the photo, he was wearing a high-end designer suit. He had a smug, arrogant smile, but the mirror behind him was blurred out.

It looked like the photographer was trying to hide their identity.

I recognized the suit immediately. It cost exactly five thousand dollars.

With Weston's salary as a low-level clerk, there was no way he could afford it.

Compared to me, he looked far more sophisticated.

After all, what CEO wears a suit covered in patches and shoes with soles that have been glued back together?

I remembered when we first started the business. Melody and I were so poor we shared one boxed meal a day.

We spent three years squeezed into a tiny, dilapidated apartment. She suffered so much with me, and we didn't even have a real wedding.

When the company went public and I made my first million, I swore I'd give her the best life possible.

I looked at the messy stitches on my cuffs and the faded fabric of my sleeve. I let out a long, heavy sigh.

The girl who used to leave the best parts of the porridge for me is gone. She has vanished from my memory completely.

At two in the morning, I heard a car horn outside. I went out to see Melody stepping out of the passenger seat of the Porsche.

Her face was flushed as she complained to the driver.

"You just got paid and you're already blowing it on dinner? That meal cost five hundred dollars. I'm not going out with you if you keep being so wasteful!"

Weston leaned out with a wicked grin and reached out to pinch her earlobe.