After the Pretending-to-Be-Poor CEO Is Exposed by Me

I pushed open the door, and Lewis's eyes naturally shifted toward me.

"Lewis, or should I call you Mr. Carr?"

I tried to keep my voice steady, but inside, I was an absolute wreck.

Holding back the urge to confront him, I threw the bank card onto the table in front of him.

"There's a million dollars on this card. I was going to use it to marry you. But now, I see that was just me being delusional."

My voice trembled, each word forced out from the deepest part of my heart.

With her perfectly applied makeup, the woman sitting beside Lewis couldn't hide the meanness in her expression.

She stood up, looking at me with disdain. "Don't kid yourself. Lewis was just having some fun with you because you amused him.

"You're the one who's stupid, running around giving men money like they actually care."

Her words cut deep, like a dagger, straight into my chest.

I glared at her, refusing to give in to her provocation, and walked right up to Lewis.

"Mr. Carr, am I not even worth a word from you anymore?"

There was a tremor in my voice, filled with hurt and anger.

Lewis didn't respond.

I pointed toward the door. "This is my rented apartment. I'm asking you both to leave."

The woman laughed mockingly. "Your place? You're just the tenant. Lewis is the landlord.

"Kicking out your own landlord? Now that's hilarious!" Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

I froze in place. All these years, I'd been paying rent without knowing...

Her laugh felt like nails on a chalkboard to me now.

I grabbed the glass they'd been drinking from and smashed it onto the table.

"I'm done renting this place. I'm taking everything I bought.

"Not that I want any of it anymore—it's filthy now after being touched by Mr. Carr."

I looked around at the place that once felt like a warm, loving home but now made me sick to my stomach.

Then I lost it. I started tearing the place apart, smashing anything I could get my hands on—flower vases, picture frames, ripping up the sheets…

Every item that used to hold memories of us became a target for my rage.

When it was over, I stood there, breathing hard, staring at Lewis.

"Mr. Carr, keep the deposit. Consider it my cleaning fee."

I turned to leave this place that had broken my heart, but the woman blocked my way.

"Who do you think you are, talking to Lewis like that? Apologize!" she demanded, her tone full of arrogance.

I refused to apologize, and she grabbed at me, trying to pull me back.

I lost my balance and fell hard onto the floor. A sharp pain shot through my hand, and when I looked down, I saw shards of glass embedded in my palm.

But strangely, I felt no pain.

Suddenly, a metallic taste filled my mouth, and I swallowed down the nausea that rose in my throat.

Barely able to stand, I forced myself to head toward the door. But just as I reached it, my legs gave out, and I collapsed…