Giselle had miscalculated. She had been far too confident.
She believed their long-standing affair meant Donovan had developed feelings, that their tender moments had softened his heart, and that he might have even imagined a future with her. She had been so sure she was the one in control.
She never realized that he saw her as a disposable object with no real value.
She had been naive enough to believe a casual fling like her could ever hold the same importance as his family.
The truth hit her with a wave of humiliation, and her chest seized with a sharp, needling ache. The nausea became unbearable. She scrambled out of the car, vomiting on the curb until the world blurred around her.
Her body was limp and hollow when she finally finished. Knowing she couldn't stay there, she climbed back into the car. She started the engine and slowly pulled away, driving without a destination on the wide, empty suburban streets.
Gripping the wheel numbly, she drove on autopilot. His cruel words echoed in her ears, and a chilling cold seeped from her pores, making her tremble even in the summer heat.
Of course. Who was he?
He was the heir to Kane Group. A ruthless strategist in the business world, a man known for his cold-blooded precision. How could someone like that be captured so easily by an insignificant nobody like her?
Now that something had happened to Zachary, and real decisions had to be made, she finally saw the truth. In Donovan's world, she was the lowest priority. To mend his fractured bond with his family, he had been generous enough to offer her to Zachary as some sort of consolation prize.
She stumbled back to her small, shabby apartment, collapsed onto the bed, and lay there drained—physically, emotionally, mentally. Her thoughts ran wild. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
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