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After being dumped, I inherited
hundreds of millions of family
properties
Chapter 1
My wedding was right around the corner,
and
then my fiancé’s mom decided to drop a bomb
on me. She wanted us to break up.
Her reason? Her precious son had just gotten a
job at some top–tier corporation, and
apparently, that meant I was now beneath him.
She even sent me the company’s profile, trying
to make me feel small. Funny thing though, it
turned out my own dad was the one who owned
it!
“Here’s a thousand dollars. Now, get lost and
leave my son alone.”
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My fiancé’s mom slammed a stack of crisp
hundred–dollar bills on the table in front of me.
I was stunned. We’d been planning our wedding
for months, it was supposed to be next fall.
Just last week, everything was great, so why
the sudden change of heart? Why force a
breakup?
“What do you mean, Mrs. Miller?” I asked, my
voice trembling.
“I won’t be returning that necklace you gave
- me. Once it’s gifted, it’s hard to take it back, so
think of this money as payment for it.”
I had to suppress a laugh at her sharp,
calculating face. So, she wanted me out of her
son’s life but still didn’t want to give back the
gift I gave her. The diamond necklace I had
gifted her was easily worth over fifteen grand,
and she was trying to buy it off me with a mere
grand? Not bad math, I must say.
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I didn’t care about the money. I wanted to know
what had changed. With enough prodding, she
finally gave me an answer, her face twisted into
a snarl.
“My son just got a job at a top real estate
company. You, on the other hand, just have
some dinky community college degree. Do you
really think the two of you are compatible
now?”
Her words hit me hard. Last time we talked, she
had asked me about my education. Joking
around, I told her I’d graduated from “Tech
School University.” So that’s what this is
about?
I was about to explain when she impatiently
jumped up. She snatched the cash off the table,
stuffed it in her purse, and eyed me like I was a
contagious disease.
“The money was there, and now it’s gone.
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Don’t you go bothering my Billy again.
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I stared at the acceptance letter from MIT that
my old college buddy had just emailed me, a
frown creasing my forehead.
Dinky community college? Really?
