Dumped on Our Anniversary, I Became His Nightmare
For our fifth anniversary, my boyfriend, Caelen Blackwell, flew me—and his mother—to Miami.
I thought he was going to propose.
Instead, he checked me into the cheapest room of a luxury villa and disappeared.
Two days later, I found out he was staying in the private suite with another woman—his mistress, Samatha, the same woman he had just proposed to.
When I confronted him, all he said was, “I’d never marry a crippled woman. Look at you, you’ll never be rich, powerful, or beautiful like her.”
So I just made one phone call to my father—the most feared mafia boss in Spain—and told him to cut off everything Caelen had been using to build his empire.
It’s not like I didn’t know how men like him worked—use a woman up, then toss her aside.
I just never thought he would be stupid enough to believe I was the kind of people who could be disrespected or discarded like this.