Leaving the Ruthless Heiress

At the welcome-back gala for her first love, the high-society heiress wanted nothing more than to make him smile.

To please him, she forced me―fresh off the operating table―to down an entire glass of hard liquor.

Agonizing pain tore through my lower abdomen.

Yet, surrounded by the drunken cheers of her elite friends, she was too busy feeding her first love mouth-to-mouth.

As darkness pulled me under, I heard her cold, disdainful scoff.

"Don't mind him. He is just a pet songbird I keep aroun