He Came Back Delusional
My ex, Jason Buckley—the guy I dumped five years ago—still sent tiny cash transfers to check if I existed. I never responded. This time, I tapped accept by accident.
A second later, he lost it. "Wow, quick reflexes. What guy's been keeping you busy these past five years? Made you this cheap? Knew you couldn't get over me.
"You took my 'let's fix this' gift, so we're signing marriage papers tomorrow.
"My new dad's loaded—the richest in Seavora—and he can't wait to see me married."
I just stared at the one-dollar payment on my screen and left him on read.
The next day, he showed up at my place in Seavora City with his mom, parked right in the doorway.
"This is gonna be our house, right? If you're not just after my family's money, transfer it into my name first."
Yeah. He'd officially lost it.
We broke up five years ago. My son's three.
And if he's the heir to the richest man... what does that make my husband?