He Took My Lifeline for His First Love

I traded three years of my life to buy a lifesaving miracle drug from a black market doctor, only to have my fiancé Ethan North casually feed it to his first love when she twisted her ankle.

"Vanessa's foot is badly swollen. She needs it for the pain and swelling. You're healthy—you can tough it out for a few days."

He slapped the contract terminating our engagement in my face, wiped his fingers, and walked away. He drove off in his sports car with his precious first love in his arms, not even glancing at the blood I'd coughed into my handkerchief.