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Chapter 12

Author: Mirage Sha
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-09 03:18:14

May’s POV

Later that evening, John sent me his home address and told me to resume with immediate effect.

Hmmph, such a rude man.

I boarded a taxi with my last $20. The car pulled up to the Bells estate just after sunset. The sky was blushing pink, like even the clouds were embarrassed by how absurdly rich this man was.

I stepped out, my knockoff boots sinking slightly into the manicured gravel of the driveway. The house—or rather, the mansion—stretched out before me like something from a magazine I used to flip through at hair salons. Stone columns. Dramatic archways. Windows taller than my ex husband apartment.

I clutched the single duffel bag I’d brought. Everything I owned was in it. Every version of me—heartbroken May, angry May, barely-surviving May—crammed between thrift store sweaters and half-used body spray.

A butler opened the door before I could even raise a hand. Of course he did.

“Miss Hemlings,” he said with a crisp British accent, even though we were nowhere near Brita
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