Billionaire’s Betrayal

1.

Halfway through my birthday dinner, Orion’s phone buzzed on the table.

The screen lit up―he’d forgotten to lock it.

I caught a glimpse of the photo: a cheap chapel in Las Vegas, dated one year ago. Orion and Chloe, smiling in a tacky wedding dress and tux, standing before an Elvis impersonator.

Honestly? I was relieved.

While he was in the restroom, I picked up my own phone and replied to Professor Evans.

“Thank you, Professor Evans. I accept the offer for the exchange program at the Lo