Chapter 2

2.

I still had some belongings at the apartment I shared with Garrett, so I had the driver drop me off downstairs.

As I headed for the elevator, someone grabbed me from behind.

Garrett yanked my wrist and pulled me into the stairwell, his face twisted with rage.

"Whose car did you just get out of?"

"A Ferrari F12! Chloe was right about you. You're just a shallow, money-hungry woman!"

I ripped my hand from his grip and slapped him across the face with all my strength.

Garrett stared at me in shock. "You hit me?"

I sneered inwardly. If I hadn't trained in judo for years, he probably would have struck me back.

From the days when he had nothing to his recent success, I had walked every step beside him.

To prove myself to my family, I had never taken a single penny from them.

During our hardest times, we lived in a leaky room where the only dry spot was right by the door.

We pushed our tiny single bed there, shivering through the cold night together.

Those were our most physically grueling days, yet our hearts were full.

Anyone in the world could call me a gold-digger, but not Garrett Cole.

Under my cold glare, Garrett's confidence crumbled into guilt.

He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his cheek, trying to appease me.

"Babe, feel that. It really hurts."

He looked at me pleadingly, his other hand moving toward my stomach.

"Don't be mad. Think about the baby."

He paused, scanning my face carefully.

"When should we set the wedding date?"

I shoved his hand away. "There won't be a wedding."