Chapter 3

After we got together, Jax was actually very good to me.

My father, after losing money gambling, would come to school to demand money from me. Jax used some method, and he never came again.

Grandma Helen’s medical bills were settled in one go, and she was moved to a VIP room at the city hospital. Her caregiver sent me daily photos of her smiling in the sun.

He could effortlessly take care of everything for me.

He made me quit all my part-time jobs.

He constantly showered me with gifts, finding new ways to surprise me.

From designer bags to custom jewelry, even a finance class I casually mentioned wanting to take—the next day, he’d hired a private tutor to come to the school.

With him, I learned how to read financial reports, invest, and gradually mastered many money-making skills.

Beyond that, we acted like a normal couple – hugging, kissing, even getting hotel rooms.

During my first time, he was shirtless, his cool, pale shoulders tensing into smooth lines.

When he leaned down to kiss me, the silver chain around his neck rested against his beautiful collarbone, swaying gently with his movements.

My heart raced; I almost blacked out.

He chuckled softly:

“You idiot.

“Next time we kiss, remember to breathe.”

Jax’s desire was really intense, and I had to learn to accommodate his every whim.

He didn't like using protection, so I took the pill.

He chased thrills, so I’d join him, trying new locations to keep things exciting.

But he was also a total player.

Even after we were together, he never cut down on the women around him.

He never said no.

His Ins feed was full of intimate photos with various influencers.

At parties, if someone casually hooked their arm through his, he never pushed them away.

Some girls even called me directly, their voices dripping with provocation.

I cried over it once.

He was completely indifferent:

“I’m dating you, I’m not joining a monastery.

“If you can’t handle it, fine. I won’t force you.

“Then let’s break up, I’ll find someone who can.”

After that, I became “sensible” and never said anything.

In reality, I wasn't as obedient as he thought.

I was a woman, and I also needed an outlet.

Jax was handsome and rich, making him the perfect candidate.

He was undeniably charming.

And I can’t deny, he truly pulled me out of the gutter during the lowest point of my life.

I was very grateful to him.

And I genuinely liked him once.

But he was just that kind of person.

He was born at the top of the pyramid.

He didn't understand love, and he’d never learn how to love you.

Yet, sometimes he’d play the role of a loving boyfriend.

When he was inside you and you cried out in pain, he’d cup your face, kissing you again and again, telling you he loved you.

He was a spoiled, wild dog, but if you always stroked him the right way, he’d show you a tiny bit of care.

Someone like that? Fine for dating.

But I never planned to spend the rest of my life with him.

I was twenty-seven; I was too old for games.

I was also looking for the right opportunity.

To break up with him.

After returning from the club.

Jax came home very late, after drinking with his friends.

The next day, Jax called me, his voice still lazy with sleep. “Riley, can you bring a document to the office? I need it for a meeting.”