After Breaking Up, My Gigolo Boyfriend Said He Was Very Rich

Shawn froze for a second, but there was no hint of guilt or surprise at being caught cheating. All he could manage was a straight face with an irritated expression.

"Yelena, I can't believe you were secretly taking pictures! It was just my sister losing a dare and I was helping her out. Why are you making such a fuss about nothing?"

The only reply he got was a deafening slam of the door.

He kicked the door and yelled at me outside, calling me petty and unforgiving.

I was too weak to do anything, so I could only lean against the door and wait for him to leave.

Without realizing it, I was already in tears.

Part 3

I thought I had handled the breakup as gracefully as possible.

But Shawn's blunt and unfiltered words made him seem like a stranger to me.

Throughout our five-year relationship, I always tried to be considerate of his feelings.

I'd seen how ugly my parents could be when they fight, so whenever Shawn and I argued, I chose to swallow my pride and avoid saying anything mean to hurt him.

Shawn's tender, fragile nature often left me feeling heartbroken.

Our five years together were quite a joke

I met Shawn in college.

After we got together, he often complained about being unable to find a stable job for some reason.

His family looked down on him and didn't support him, so he would complain about being broke.

Every time I heard this, I felt a sense of shared struggle.

As a girl with a younger brother, I understood the feeling of being powerless.

I did as many part-time jobs as I could during my free time.

After saving enough for my monthly expenses, I'd scrape a few thousand to send him.

Back then, I just felt sorry for him and his helpless life.

I did my best to support him, absorbing all his negative emotions.

I believed that one day, through our combined efforts, we’d have our own home and wouldn’t have to keep moving around.

After graduation, I gave up a chance to study abroad offered by my mentor, so that Shawn could focus on his creative work.

Desperate to earn money to support our family, I maintained my work and took on extra writing gigs at night to make ends meet.

All for the illusion of a “home” that never even existed.

Looking back now, I realize I spoiled Shawn to the point of indulgence. He only cared about his happiness and disregarded everything else.

I've ended up like this. I guess it's karma for not seeing through him.

Seeing how little money I had left, I knew I had to get my life back together.

After thinking it over, I went to the hospital and asked the doctor to schedule an abortion.

I was born into misfortune. I couldn’t let my child have such a terrible father.

This child and I were simply not meant to be.

Just as I was about to go into surgery, Shawn called me.

As soon as I picked up, deafening music blasted and Shawn shouted on the other end.

"Tell that idiot Yelena who Shawn Sterling is!"

I stayed silent, swallowing back the words I wanted to say.

On the other end of the phone, Shawn continued his rant.

"Yelena, you’ve spent years licking my boots and sending me a bit of money every month. Isn't all your scheming to cling to me and latch onto our Sterling Family?"

"It's too late to break up with me now! You've been completely controlled by me."

"If you're smart, come crawling back and apologize to me. Maybe I'll give you another chance."