Ruin me, Gently
Symplyayisha romantic vows for her
“What do you talk about?”
Not much, I realized. We’d spent most of our time together either arguing or… doing something else entirely.
“He works in business,” I offered weakly. “Corporate.”
“Corporate,” Sage repeated the word flatly. “Corporate that pays for Cartier and vicuña blazers.” She shook her head. “Bella, I think your mystery man might be more than just well-off. I think he might be seriously, seriously wealthy.”
The thought sat uncomfortably in my chest. I’d known Matt had money—his homes, his car, the way he moved through the world with that quiet, unhurried confidence that only came with never having to worry. But I’d been deliberately avoiding the full picture of it.