I gave James seven years of my heart—working for him by day, loving him in secret by night. But the return of his “First Love” shattered everything. He didn’t simply choose her over me; he stripped away the promotion I had fought for over five years and handed it to her just to see her smile.
That same night, I was attacked in a dark alley and reached for the SOS on my watch. James never answered. The one who picked up was his “Golden Girl,” who laughed and hung up without a second thought. In that instant, I finally understood my place in his life: not a woman, not a partner—just a disposable toy. So I walked away.
Five years later, he stood before me in desperation, asking for forgiveness and saying he had searched for me all these years. But by then, I was no longer the woman he could control. Looking down from the stage, I told him, “James, thank you for not marrying me back then. You wanted a sweet, obedient girl—too bad. I became a Queen.”
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