Chapter 1747:


    Which meant that while he performed his devotion to her, he had been enjoying someone else entirely.


    They had probably slept together, too. The thought made her stomach turn.


    Inside the restaurant, Jordy and Z were settled in a quiet corner well away from the windows. Neither noticed Sandra walk in. Z was leaning toward him, her voice soft and private. “Jordy, I’m pregnant.”


    Sandra had already suspected they’d been sleeping together, but hearing the words out loud still cut through her like a de. Without thinking twice, she snatched a wine ss from the nearest empty table and flung the contents straight into Jordy’s face.


    Jordy recoiled, his expression cycling through shock as he scrambled for something to say. “Sandra, listen, I can exin—”


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    She didn’t wait to hear it. “We’re done,” she said, her voice cold and even. “I’m breaking up with you.”


    She had seen everything with her own eyes. What exnation could possibly matter now? There was nothing left to discuss.


    It wasn’t as though shecked options. She was a Harper—men practically formed a queue for a chance to be with her. She had suspected for some time that Jordy had a wandering eye, which was precisely why she had never agreed to get engaged to him. She had nned to test him a little longer. Clearly, he couldn’t wait.


    Jordy lurched forward and grabbed her wrist. “Let me exin! She seduced me!”


    A coldugh escaped her. Then her hand flew up and cracked across his face, sharp enough to turn every head in the room. “She seduced you? And what—she yanked your pants down herself? She grabbed your hand and pressed it to her chest? I’m not stupid, Jordy. Stop trying to fool me.”


    Jordy felt the full weight of his mistake settle over him. He never should have brought Z to a restaurant so close to Sandra’s studio.


    Nearby, Z had gone pale. She sat frozen for a moment, then grabbed her bag and slipped out before Sandra’s fury could turn in her direction. She knew perfectly well that Jordy would never marry her—she had never expected him to. The arrangement had been straightforward: in the past year alone, he had given her over three million dors, more than enough to cover her tuition and future graduate school expenses.


    Jordy watched her go and made no move to stop her.


    “Sandra, please,” he said, his voice dropping to something pleading. “I love you. I swear I do. Just let me exin—”


    “Keep lying if you like. See if I believe a word of it.” She pulled her arm free. “There is nothing left between us. Don’t contact me again.” She turned and walked out of the restaurant without a backward nce.


    Inside her car, the moment the door clicked shut, the dam broke. Tears streamed down her face. Somewhere along the way—quietly, without meaning to—she had fallen for Jordy. Whether it was truly love or something else, she couldn’t be certain, but whatever it was, it hurt.


    By the time she reached home, her eyes were burning and her chest felt hollow. Jordy was already there, leaning against his car as though he had been waiting for some time. Cigarette butts littered the ground around him.


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