When He thought he could fool me, I left him to Beg

Days had passed since Derek barged into my apartment, furious about the viral post, but not once had he tried to check on me after leaving.

He didn’t care.

The realization hit me like a slap to the face. I had wasted years of my life on someone who couldn’t even be bothered to ask if I was okay.

My gaze drifted to the television, where muted voices flickered across the screen. I hadn’t turned the volume on—it was always the same. News about Derek and Allison, their movie, their scandal, and the fallout that followed. But today, something caught my attention.

I turned the volume up, my pulse quickening as the reporter’s words filled the room.

“Breaking news: Derek Jones and Allison Green’s much-anticipated movie has flopped at the box office, with critics and audiences alike refusing to support the film amidst the swirling scandal.”

I leaned forward, gripping the remote tighter as the segment continued.

“The backlash has been swift. Fans have accused Derek of lying and deceiving his audience, while Allison has faced harsh criticism for her role in the alleged affair.

Endorsement deals have been pulled, and sources close to Allison say she’s struggling to cope with the fallout.”

A photo of Derek and Allison appeared on the screen, both of them looking visibly upset.

“In a recent interview, Derek Jones denied the pregnancy rumors, stating, ‘This is nothing but a baseless attack on my character. If the woman behind this has any proof, she should come forward instead of hiding behind a screen and trying to ruin my career.’”

I let out a bitter laugh. Baseless attack? Proof?

They wanted proof?

Fine. I would give them proof.

For hours, I sat at my desk, crafting the article.

I started with the truth:

“My name is Lexie Gray, heiress to the Gray Corporation. For five years, I was in a secret relationship with actor Derek Jones, hidden from the public eye due to his contract restrictions. During this time, I supported him in every way, sacrificing my own career and dreams to help him succeed.”

I attached photos of us together—ones he thought would never see the light of day. There were snapshots of us laughing at private dinners, walking hand in hand, and even a few candid moments he hadn’t noticed I captured.

I included the receipts—the pregnancy test, the car keys I had planned to gift him, everything.

Then I exposed his lies.

“Recently, I discovered that Derek had been using me for years, planning to discard me once he achieved his goals. His public relationship with Allison Green was nothing more than a betrayal, as he promised me love while plotting to replace me. Attached are recordings and messages that show his true intentions.”

I sat back, staring at the screen. The evidence was damning.

With one final breath, I hit “publish.”

The article spread like wildfire.

Within minutes, my phone buzzed with notifications—headlines popping up, social media exploding with comments, and news outlets picking up the story.

“Lexie Gray Exposes Derek Jones!”

“Gray Corporation Heiress Breaks Silence on Five-Year Relationship with Derek Jones!”

“Scandal Deepens: Proof of Betrayal and Lies!”

The public response was immediate and brutal.

“I knew Derek was shady!”

“This poor woman. He used her and thought he could get away with it.”

“Derek and Allison deserve each other—two liars caught in the act.”

I watched the chaos unfold from the comfort of my estate.

My phone rang, Derek’s name flashing across the screen.

I ignored it.

It rang again. And again.

Finally, I answered, my voice cold. “What do you want?”

“Lexie, what the hell is wrong with you?” he shouted. “Why would you do this? Why would you lie like that?”

“Lie?” I asked. “What exactly did I lie about, Derek? The photos? The messages? Or the fact that you were planning to dispose of me once you started your own agency?”

There was a beat of silence before he spoke again, his voice trembling with anger. “You don’t know what you’ve done! You’ve ruined my career! Do you understand that? Do you even care?”

I laughed bitterly. “Care? Derek, you didn’t care about me for five years. You used me, lied to me, and then flaunted your relationship with Allison like I didn’t exist. So no, I don’t care about your career.”

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“And let you walk away unscathed?” I shot back. “Not a chance.”

He took a shaky breath. “Lexie, listen. We can fix this. I’ll make it right. Just take the article down.”

Before he could say another word, I added, “Enjoy your downfall,” then I hung up, and blocked him.