But I'd promised my father: during the evaluation period, I couldn't reveal my identity.
I couldn't take it anymore. I told Arnold we were done.
He froze for a moment, then visibly relaxed.
"Maybe that's for the best. Anita, you've changed. You used to be so pure, but now you're too complicated. Stacy was right—a woman like you is more than I can handle."
I turned to leave, but heard Stacy's sugary giggle behind me:
"Don't be sad, Arnold~ Stacy will buy you a yummy milk tea and stay by your side forever~"
In the restroom, I overheard Arnold's colleagues teasing him.
They said he'd latched onto an heiress and was about to soar—soon to be a billionaire's son-in-law.
It all clicked into place.
Arnold had agreed to break up so readily because he was hedging his bets.
He thought Stacy was the real heiress. He'd been willing to step on me to elevate her, even turning a blind eye while she spread lies and humiliated me.
I couldn't wait to see his face when the truth came out.
But before that could happen, disaster struck.