He Called Me Broke. I Call Him Irrelevant.
On our fifth dating anniversary, my boyfriend, Luke Bolton, gives me a cheap bracelet worth less than a hundred dollars.
On the same night, he splurges ten million dollars on a yacht for his first love, Cindy Gale.
I refuse to accept this, and he accuses me of making a scene.
"I gave Cindy that gift to boost the company's stock price, not because I still have feelings for her," he says. "You're poor, and I still promised to marry you. Isn't that enough? This was actually your last test, Elisa Gray, but you failed it."
I break up with him, and he immediately proposes to Cindy.
Five years after that, we meet again at a luxury hotel during a business summit.
His company is about to become an industry giant, and Cindy is holding onto his arm.
When he sees me, I'm standing in a fountain, all drenched and disheveled.
"Elisa," Luke sneers. "When you turned me down back then, did it ever cross your mind that you might end up worse than a homeless person?
"Don't think acting pitiful here will make me feel sorry and take you back."
I ignore him.
My son's cherished blue diamond was a birthday gift from his father, and he accidentally dropped it into the fountain.
He's so upset that he's about to cry, and I have to find it right away.