He Paid 3 Million to Marry Me, Then Gave Me to His Rival

The year Liam Smith was at his lowest, I left him for three hundred thousand.

Years later, at a class reunion, he was a roaring success, proposing with three million.

Everyone said Liam was madly in love with me.

But then, he treated me like a prize, delivering me straight to his rival's bed.

And I? I just took it. No tears, no fuss.

He completely lost it, his eyes blazing crimson. "Elara, are you just naturally trashy? Will anyone with money get to fuck you?!"

I just smiled.

For someone dying of stomach cancer, none of that really mattered anymore.

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