Chapter 3

Marina's voice was sharp with arrogance. "See? This woman is willing to leave you for just a million. She's only after our family's money."

Klein let out a sneer, gripping my wrist tightly as he dragged me out to his car.

Once inside, he turned to me, his gaze icy. "The check."

I didn't dare make a sound and handed it over with trembling hands.

Without hesitation, he tore the check into pieces, letting the scraps fall to the floor.

My heart clenched at the sight, but I didn't dare protest.

Klein's eyes darkened, his voice laced with mockery. "Feeling bad for it? Tell me, Labia, is that all I'm worth to you? Just one million?"

My chest tightened, his words slicing through me. Was this supposed to be some grand act of wounded pride?

The same man who once told me we were only a transaction was now upset that I treated it like one. He was the one getting engaged. What right did he have to scold me?

I stayed silent. A million meant nothing to him, but to me, it was life-changing.

I bit back my frustration, knowing I couldn't afford to upset him just yet. The money wasn't in my account.

"You're getting engaged, aren't you?" I asked softly, my eyes filling with tears.

I made sure I looked as pitiful as possible, a picture of heartbreak.

Klein's cold demeanor faltered. His eyes softened, guilt flickering in their depths.

After a long silence, he finally muttered, "Maybe."

Maybe? That was laughable. He was clearly getting married, yet here he was, acting conflicted.

Tears slipped down my cheeks as I forced a tremble into my voice. "We've been together for three years. I didn't expect to feel so deeply for you, but I respect your decision. I just... hope you'll be happy."

Now I had the upper hand, making him the one who needed to apologize.

Klein's guilt hit him in full force. His grip on me tightened as he whispered, "I'm sorry.

"I know my mother is the one pressuring you to leave. But if there's anyone who should compensate you, it's me. I'll transfer one million to you."

Yes! My guilt worked perfectly.

Relief washed over me. The deal was still intact.

We sat in silence for a while before he finally looked up, his expression hesitant. "How about... we break up next month?"

Seriously? A scheduled breakup? What kind of person would treat relationships like a business calendar?

Rage simmered beneath my calm exterior, but I forced it down.

After all, the money wasn't in my account yet.

I leaned into him, playing the obedient, heartbroken lover. "Even though it hurts, I'll do whatever you say."

Klein's guilt deepened at my words.

He brushed his cheek against mine, his voice soft and apologetic. "I'm sorry."