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

So noisy. Was Shawn this kind of jerk?

Looking at the baby's strong heartbeat on the ultrasound, I sighed.

It felt like the delicate, crystal-like image of Shawn in my mind had just vanished like smoke.

During the month I spent recovering after surgery, I saw Shawn completely let loose in Hannah's social media posts.

She posted many updates, each one aimed at reminding me.

It was around this time that I realized ...

Shawn wasn’t just some frustrated art student.

He was the youngest son of the wealthy Sterling Family in this city, naturally above others.

But since there were so many sons in his family, they all fought each other openly for the family fortune.

His father had set strict conditions for the inheritance, wanting each child to be self-reliant.

Shawn, who had always longed for freedom and the arts, had been spoiled by his elders for many years and no longer had the drive to compete with his siblings.

During our five years together, he didn't have significant investments but never lacked anything.

As I scroll through these posts showing off luxury cars and yachts.

I couldn't understand why Shawn would be interested in someone as ordinary as me.

Seeing me working my butt off all the time, it just didn't make sense.

He watched me work tirelessly to secure a stable life, trying to earn extra money to support his daily expenses.

Was each plea for money just Shawn’s test of my love?

What difference could the money I saved each month make to him?

Did he only feel loved if I gave him everything I had?

I wish I could never see him again.

I quickly moved out and blocked all contact with Shawn.

I gradually let go of the regrets, hardships and disappointments I felt about the child and my pitiful love life.

But the anger and resentment in my heart tell me …

Shawn owed me. He owed me for the loss of our child and he must pay for it.

Part 4

Hannah, this girl, was very ridiculously straightforward.

She looked proud and triumphant when she saw Shawn and me fall out.

Every day, she would share stories of her and Shawn’s so-called "true love" since childhood, as if reporting her daily work.

Shawn's deep affection for her seemed half-hearted, especially after her family's fall from grace was mentioned again.

The online rumours about me as the "Fainted Girl" had been getting worse and worse lately.

Somehow, people found out I was pregnant at the time, which explained the fainting.

Though I wasn’t a famous writer, I still had some readers on social media.

The comic based on my love story with Shawn had been a surprise hit.

But then, the popular series was abruptly canceled. When I contacted the magazine for an explanation, everyone gave vague answers before hanging up.

I felt like I was caught in a storm of public opinion with a poor reputation.

Getting famous on the internet wasn’t necessarily a good thing.

My long-absent parents, following the rumors, showed up at my door.

The first thing my mother asked when she saw me was, "Are you really pregnant?"

I nodded. "Yes, I’m … "

Before I finished speaking, my father slapped me.

My left cheek burned and swelled. Then, I swallowed all the words I wanted to say.

My father's face was dark as he put his cigarette on the door, sneering, "How could our family have someone as shameless as you?"

I only opened the door and invited them in, saying, "Family scandals shouldn't be publicized. Let's talk inside."

"You're pregnant before marriage. What good deal can you still get?” My mother picked up a broom near the door, ready to hit me.

My father stopped her and asked me to explain in detail about the man I was involved with.

He wanted to see if I was still useful to him.

I needed this kind of gangster's channel to handle things.

So, I greatly exaggerated Shawn's family background when I told him.

They leisurely sat on the sofa after venting from a high moral ground.

My father said happily, "Getting involved with a man from such a good family is like a blessing for our family! Yelena, even though you have no shame, this child came at the perfect time."

He analyzed, "The Sterlings are currently splitting their inheritance. This child is practically a God-given bargaining chip for you to marry into that family."

I put on a troubled expression and humbly pleaded with him.

"Shawn is irresponsible. He doesn’t want to acknowledge this child and I’m really at my wits’ end. I can only rely on you and Mom to help me."

As soon as I said that, my mother seemed to regain all her confidence and replaced her anger with determination.

She held my hand, teaching me how to hold onto a rich man—forget about pride or dignity. As long as one family member succeeds, the whole family benefits.

I quickly agreed and promised my parents, "Don’t worry, Mom and Dad. I used to be immature, but now I understand that only my family treats me well. I promise if I can marry into the Sterling Family, I will do my best to help my brother buy a house and get married."

My father lit his second cigarette. He declared coldly through the hazy smoke, "Whether he wants to recognize it or not, he’ll have to." Then he pulled my mom away.

My father was a gambler and a thug who was good at making a big scene.

A few days later, my father faked my pregnancy test results and paid a bunch of online influencers to spread the rumour.

People started linking Shawn’s freeloading habits over the past five years to the "fainted girl’s" pregnancy.

This made the rumors even more convincing.

As I thought of how to fuel the fire even more, Shawn and Hannah showed up at my door.