Our Story Had Ended Long Ago

For another girl, Lex Hamilton—my fiancé of several years—dumped me in the middle of nowhere and left me to fend for myself.

Three years later, he showed up with her to bring me back.

"It's been three years," he said. "Even a dog would've learned its lesson by now. I did this for your own good. If you don't fix that attitude of yours, don't expect to ever become my wife."

They thought I'd crumble. They thought I'd beg, cling to him, and unload all the pain and humiliation I'd carried for the past three years.

Instead, I smiled.

"Sorry, Mr. Hamilton. I'm already married."

I was just back from the market, grocery bag in hand, when I spotted them—over a dozen sleek luxury cars crowding the old Hamilton house's driveway. I hadn't seen anything that flashy in years.

Laughter and whispers floated over the gates as I got closer.

"It's been three years. Bet that 'heiress' looks like a total backwoods mess now."

"She's no heiress. Just an orphan mooching off the Hamiltons. Does she really think she's something?"

"Exactly. She's not even related to the Hamiltons by blood. Without them, she'd be begging in the street."

Then a soft voice—delicate, calculated—cut through their trash talk. "Audrey was just young and immature back then. I'm sure three years have taught her something."

Ivana Schit. Lex's precious little damsel.

Three years ago, she'd shown up at the Hamiltons' after her dad's accident, all soft-spoken and helpless. And me? I got packed off to the countryside like a problem no one wanted to deal with.

I still heard Lex's voice, clear as day:

"Ivana's lost her family, and you're still so cruel to her. She's always been kind to you—do you even have a conscience?

"You'll come back when you've learned how to behave. Until then, stay out there. For your own good, Audrey. If you can't change, forget about being my wife."

For my own good?

What a nice-sounding excuse.

"For my own good" meant backing Ivana no matter what.

"For my own good" meant dumping me in the countryside and leaving me to rot.

He knew I was barely holding it together.

Now, hearing it all again? It was almost funny.

"Ivana was kind enough not to hold it against her. If it were me, I'd have sent her straight to jail," someone sneered.

Ivana spoke softly, "Audrey's still technically part of the Hamilton family..." She let her words trail off, eyes glistening like she'd been personally wronged.

"Ivana, don't feel bad. That fool already got what was coming to her. How do you think she'll react when she sees us later?"

"Oh, that's easy. She'll break down crying, begging Lex to take her back."

Lex let out a cold laugh. "It's been three years. Even a dog would've learned its lesson by now. I did this for her own good.

"If not, she can just stay here forever."

The crowd murmured in agreement.

"Honestly, I hope she hasn't. That way, I'll never have to see her again."

"Same. I can't stand her shameless face."

"But wait... weren't you guys still engaged?" someone asked, a little unsure.

Ivana turned to Lex at that, hope flickering across her face like she couldn't help herself.

Lex shrugged. "We'll see how she behaves."

That flicker died instantly as Ivana looked away.

And me? I couldn't stop myself—I laughed out loud.

I didn't even try to hide it. The breeze carried the sound straight into the courtyard, cutting through their chatter and leaving the group stunned.

The guy closest to the gate spun around, his face twisting in shock. "Audrey?!"