He Lied to Me, I Left Him and Married Another Rich Man

"Elena, tell me the truth. Where did you steal all this from?"

I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. Steal?

So that’s how low he thought of me. Just a poor, petty thief. I must’ve played the role too well.

“Damon,” I said, voice icy, “I was blind to ever fall for someone like you.”

Without another word, I turned and got into the car. He stood frozen for a second, then bolted after me, shouting with fury.

“Elena! Get back here and explain yourself!”

I didn’t look back. I told the driver to speed up, I had more important things to do. The wedding in Bali was tomorrow and I had no time to waste on a man like him.

The next day, Damon stormed into the neighborhood like a man possessed, pounding on the door with both fists.

“Elena! Come out!”

“What the hell did you do to me? Why does Tiffany break out in hives every time she touches me?!”

His shouts drew the attention of curious neighbors. Doors opened. Heads peeked out.

“Isn’t that Damon Blackwood?” one of them whispered. “Why is he back? Didn’t they already sell this place and move out?”

Damon turned pale.

“What do you mean… sold?”

The neighbor chuckled. “Elena was here yesterday. Said she was moving out. The new owner’s moving in tomorrow.”

Damon was stunned.

“That’s not possible. She told me this house was her base. Her home. Why would she sell it?”

The neighbor gave him a sympathetic, yet mocking glance. “Well, I didn’t expect a grown man like you to be so clueless. You didn’t even know she sold the house? Hmph.”

He turned and went back inside, leaving Damon standing there like a statue.

Back at his place, Damon frantically dialed my number, again and again.

(The number you’re trying to reach is currently busy.)

He sent a message : (Where are you? Elena, reply to me in five minutes. Do you hear me?)

Seconds later, a red exclamation mark appeared beside his message.

Blocked.

He cursed under his breath and hurled his phone to the floor in frustration. Desperate, he called my aunt.

“Auntie, I can’t reach Elena. Is she with you?”

There was a pause, then a sneer on the other end.

“Elena’s getting married.”

He froze.

“…Huh?”

Thinking it was a joke, he laughed nervously. “Come on, Auntie. Don’t mess with me. I’m her husband. She’s my wife. Married women don’t get married again. What are you talking about?”

But she said nothing more.

Click.

The line went dead.

He sat there, stunned, until his assistant walked in, looking hesitant.

“Mr. Damon… didn’t you know? Miss Elena already divorced you.”