When He Discovered I Was the Billionaire’s Daughter, My Ex Regretted

Fresh from working in the fields, I clutched a small cupcake, eager to see James.

I'd forgotten that being covered in dirt was the version of me he despised most.

At the entrance of the men's dorm, a group of guys were chattering loudly.

"James, are you dating Sarah Williams?"

“Gosh! You’re amazing, even a wealthy socialite like Sarah is chasing after you."

James's roommate's flattery made me freeze in my tracks.

I expected James to explain things, but instead, I just saw him lift his head proudly.

"Don't be ridiculous, we're just friends.

"She just invited me to a concert, that's all."

The others exchanged knowing looks and laughed.

"Just a concert? Then why hasn't Sarah invited me to any concerts?"

"She's definitely pursuing you. When are you taking her out to dinner? Let us see what it's like."

Another guy added enviously, "Well, it makes sense. James is already handsome and wealthy himself, of course he'd attract an heiress."

My chest tightened with pain.

James was my childhood sweetheart, and we'd been dating for four years.

But he never publicly acknowledged our relationship.

"Is making it public really that important?

"Love should be kept in your heart, not displayed as a post on social media."

But I accidentally discovered that Sarah was pinned at the top of his chat list.

Time after time, I compromised despite his lies, because I loved him.

But this time, I refused to back down.

I stepped out from the shade of the trees. James froze when he saw me, but quickly explained to his roommates.

"She's a senior student who needs to see me. You guys head back first, I'll be there soon."

A senior student - that's me.

And then there's Sarah.

The difference in how he treated us was crystal clear.

His roommate refused to leave and spotted the cake in my hands. He sneered, "Some ugly ducklings really think they can date a prince. Have you looked in a mirror?"

He looked me up and down with contempt. "James's clothes cost thousands. You probably couldn't earn that much in a lifetime."

But hadn't I bought him that very outfit just last week?

James, afraid I'd expose him, hastily pulled me aside, "Don't be like that. There's no shame in earning your own living."

I could still hear his roommate saying, "James is such a good guy. His family's loaded, but he doesn't look down on this farm girl."

In the shadows, James confronted me coldly, “What are you doing here?"

I held out the cake, "I wanted you to spend my..."

Before I could say "birthday," he knocked the cake to the ground, shattering it.

James snapped impatiently, "I told you I'm on a diet. No sweets. Why can't you understand?"

His expression turned cold, a flash of disgust crossing his eyes.

What shattered on the ground wasn't just the cake, but my heart that had loved him.

I finally lost control, letting out years of frustration.

"Don't think I don't know you're going to a concert with another woman tonight."

I thought James would feel guilty, but he didn't at all.

"Since you already know, why ask?

"I just want a better life. What's wrong with that?

"Blame yourself for being born in the countryside. Sarah was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.

"Blame yourself for studying agriculture, always smelling of dirt no matter how much you wash.

"I'm a pianist. My roommates play violin and cello. How can I face them if they know I'm dating a farm girl?"

He got more agitated as he spoke, his face turning red.

Before I could respond, a flirtatious voice called out.

"James, didn't you say we'd get barbecue?

"And give me back the underwear you took in the car, it's my favorite pair..."