Loving Me was Charity until He was Begging — Novel

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In a world where love is a currency and betrayal is a bitter pill, one woman’s journey of rediscovery begins in the wake of heartbreak. After eight years of clandestine devotion to Ross Stockdale, she finds herself shattered by a kiss captured on social media, proving that loyalty can be a facade. With the weight of loss heavy in her heart, she is thrust into a web of deceit and power dynamics she never anticipated.

As she grapples with the devastating truth of her relationship, a dark past resurfaces, entwined with the promise of her true identity. The revelation that she is the rightful heiress of the Forrer family brings with it a chance for revenge—not just against Ross, but against the woman who has usurped her life. Will she reclaim her place in a world that thought it could easily forget her?

With every call unanswered and every lie unraveled, her resolve strengthens. As she prepares to confront those who have wronged her, the question looms: can she truly redefine her worth and find love again, or will the shadows of her past consume her?

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After dating in secret for eight years, I was so shocked to discover a ten-carat diamond ring and a hotel reservation my boyfriend was hiding.

I was so moved I almost cried; I thought, finally, Ross Stockdale was really going to give me a home.

But on our eighth anniversary, I saw a kissing video on Instagram from Zamora Forrer, an influencer with millions of followers.

It came with a caption. [I went abroad for eight years. You waited eight years. Finally, I’m going to marry you!]

The man in the video was Ross. His hand rested on Zamora’s waist, and he was wearing the very couple’s ring I’d bought with three months of my salary!

I stared at the screen, unable to believe it, and then I lost control and bolted out the door. I hailed a cab and raced to the hotel.

The car hadn’t even arrived when a blaring horn sounded, and suddenly, my body was thrown violently. I felt searing pain engulf every inch of me.

At the hospital, the doctor said my baby couldn’t be saved, and I needed a family member to sign the consent form. I called Ross over and over.

“Please. Please pick up…” I murmured, feeling myself going numb beneath me. I couldn’t help sobbing.