By the Time You Regretted Me, I had stopped loving you

Argus was my fiancé. But when I “wronged” his precious step-sister, Celine, Argus threw a ledger at me the next day like I was nothing. “Pick it up. Read it.”

And inside it? Every single thing he had ever spent on me. Every dress. Every gift. Every night I thought that meant love. All turned into numbers.

“You owe me 52 million. One month.”

That was the moment I realized I was never his fiancée, but a substitute for the one he truly cared about—his step-sister.

What came after was worse. Laughter.

“Fifty-two million? That’s easy. Drink all these glasses, Dahlia.”