All Chapters of Worth Billions: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Breathless. *Kate* Imagine walking in on the man you love cheating on you. I already know what you’re thinking. I guess you’re all correct. But walk with me through this journey.My name is Kate West. Before that night, I thought I knew where my life was going, I thought I had everything I wanted. I was wrong.The rain had been hammering down for hours, the kind of rain that made you question your life choices. I stepped out of my apartment as the Uber pulled up at 8:00pm. Rain tapped against the window, blurring the streetlights into watercolor smears. A few minutes later I arrived at my destination. I paid the driver and struggled to open my umbrella as I stepped into the cold of Los Angeles night, pulling my jacket tighter around me as I walked towards Derek’s apartment. I was soaked to the bone. The hair I’d spend hours styling was plastered to my skull, my jacket was drenched, but I didn’t care. It was Friday, all I wanted was to fall into Derek’s arms after survivin

I was already getting a little tipsy, and Sarah still haven’t returned my calls. I slumped against the bar, staring at the television mounted above the counter. A hockey game was playing. I wasn’t a fan of hockey, but tonight I decided to give it a try. Maybe focusing on something that would keep my mind from wandering back to Derek. I lied to myself. It didn’t work. My phone rang. I glanced down my heart lurching. It’s Sarah finally. I quickly picked up. “Hey babe. I’m so sorry I missed your calls,” She said, sounding breathless. “It’s fine,” I replied, taking a deep breath and trying to steady my voice. “Are you okay?” She asked. I swallowed hard, my throat tightened.“Sarah, I caught Derek cheating on me” I said, tears already spilling over. “Oh my God.” Her voice softened immediately. “Where are you? I’m so sorry babe.”“I’m in a bar” I said, sniffing. “Text me the address, I’ll be there shortly” Sarah said. “Okay”. I shared my location with her immediately after the

The week began on a Monday morning, the alarm rang and I reached over to the nightstand to silence the sound that made me quiver. A harsh reminder that weekend it’s over. I laid still for a moment, listening to the ambient hum of the city outside my window. It’s 6:30am, and I still have two and a half hours before I need to be at work. If Monday is anyone’s favorite, they’re either dating their boss or they’re abnormal. I sat up, stretched and drew back the curtains. Sunlight streamed into my room. My hair was wild mess and dark circles sat pretty under my eyes as I looked at myself in the mirror.I reached into my wardrobe and pulled out dark jeans, a grey cardigan and a pair of white sneakers. I scrolled through my phone checking for notifications or any missed calls, but didn’t see any. I went to the kitchen and made some toast with a coffee. I slid into one of the kitchen chairs, enjoying my breakfast when I glanced at my phone and realized I was running late.“Oh my God, this