The Price of Her Betrayal

On the day of our engagement party, my fiancée ditched me after taking a single phone call from a male client.

She sent me a fifty-two-dollar transfer on PayPal, telling me I was the only one in her heart and begging me not to be mad.

That night, I saw the client’s SnapChat story.

It was a screenshot of Bella sending him fifty-two thousand dollars, along with a sickeningly sweet love confession.

This time, I didn't bother arguing or asking questions. I quietly called off the wedding.

"If that client is so important to you, you can spend the rest of your life taking care of him."