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But if she is here for my money too, then she is no different from the others, she’s a gold digger like the rest of them. I don’t understand how she was able to fool me into thinking that she is a good girl. I guess it’s because I stole her innocence and she didn’t take a dime for compensation. Who would have thought that she would come back to get the money. The truth is that she is not just one of a kind, she’s exceptional. I’ve been with many girls, but none like her. Sex with her was so amazing, she just succeeded in setting a standard that no girl can beat. I can’t believe I’d dreamed about her several times after that night, no girl has ever made me feel this way, not even close. I’m s

I said, adding the last part of the sentence when she gave me a look as if to say she didn’t need me. “Why? Why do you have to know how I feel? I don’t really think it’s any of your business, and I’m not longer your wife,” she said, and when I started to talk, to correct her of that, she continued. “And I don’t care whether or not you signed those papers. This is me right here, May. I’m the gold digger that wants to do nothing but cling to you and get even more money from you. You’re finally free from me, so you shouldn’t bother about me anymore.” She said, her eyes blazing with the tears that were there but refused to fall.

It solidified the words I still couldn't bear saying. A gold digger.

“You’re almost useless.” My chest was in pain. How did she know what to say to hurt me? How could she turn her words into knives and cut me like that? Who was she? “Are you gonna cry?” She asked. “Remember when you made me cry? When you yelled at me and told me to take money because you thought I was a gold digger. That’s all you ever saw me as right? A gold digger who would make your daddy proud of you.” “Please stop,” I breathed.

Michael's pov - "How?" I inquire, my voice laced with equal parts curiosity and apprehension. I am desperate for a solution, but a part of me hesitates to accept her assistance, unsure of the implications it might have on our relationship. "Maybe with something that I can't prove," she says, her words carrying a hint of mystery. "But don't worry, it's my money, and it's legal. You can use it." My heart sinks, the weight of my past words and judgments crashing down upon me. How could I have called her a gold digger when she possesses such wealth? How could I have been so blind to her achievements and success?

I said. "I am not going to apologize. What did I say wrong? It's true that she's a gold digger. She's married to a man that's old enough to be her father. If she didn't want to be talked about, then she should not have gotten married to that old man!"

She sipped her drink like she owned the Mansion. My eyes widened more. She's not only a gold digger but an animal too. I will qualify her as a horse who act innocent but stubborn. "I don't want to see you here again" I went closer to her because I wanted her to leave this minute, she is so crazy. "My father's debt" She said. I'm sure those words came out without her realizing. "I said it, you are a gold digger" "And you are a po..." She paused and looked away immediately.

“I’m telling you to leave him. If not, he'll break you. He doesn't care about anyone but himself. He's vile. You'll see it soon enough. You're just blinded by his charms.” My breath catches. Not from shock, but from disbelief that she really said that out loud. Does she really believe I'd buy that horseshit? She left him to be with Gavin. Now she's bullshitting. Where's all this passion coming from, by the way? Because from where I'm standing, she's a gold-digging bitch who thinks the world revolves around her. I laugh without meaning to. “Has Gavin lost his fortune?” I spit out. “Is it money you want? You have to be more specific since I don't speak gold-digger.”

For a long, suspended moment, I couldn’t breathe. The photo blurred at the edges as fury sharpened my vision. My nails bit into my palm, claws threatening to push through. “She—” I started, but my voice cracked. “She was with him…” “She’s just a gold-digger,” Haven cut in quickly. “That’s what she is. She’s using him like she used you. Hopping from one man to another for benefits, for status—” “Stop.” My voice lashed like a whip. She seemed confused

My voice was quiet, strained. "I see a gold digger. Nothing more," Amy sneered. "You slipped right into Aunt V's role, and apparently, you're doing it with such grace." She slow-clapped, mimicking the older generation's praise with a cruelty that cut deep. "You know me better than that."