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He didn’t answer.
Ellie’s temper flared even more.
Not only had this bastard left her yesterday, made her almost die, and was now dragging her out against her will, but he was also supporting and helping this pretentious bitch?
So what if they were childhood lovers? Did that mean she was incapable of lying?
But of course, Narcissist Stark couldn’t possibly upset his ‘Perfect Sweetheart’ now that she had come back to him after ages. No, that couldn’t possibly happen. Instead, he was quick to assume it was Ellie at fault, that she was the one lying.
Why would he ever believe the woman who had stayed in his house for years just to keep him entertained until hisreallove returned?
The more Ellie thought about it, the angrier she became. Glaring at Sawyer in fury, she finally snapped.
"Alright then! Fine! Since you don’t believe me at all, there’s no reason for me to stay with you anymore. We’re breaking up!"
She spun around to leave, but before she could take a step, he grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
"Ellie—"
"No!" She tore her arm from his grip, her eyes blazing as she glared at him. "You have your lover now. So I don’t have to be with you anymore, do I? I was just a replacement anyway. There’s no need for me to stick around. No need to keep up this stupid act."
"Stupid act?" Sawyer growled, stepping in closer, his voice dangerously low. "So your relationship with me for the past three years was just a stupid fucking act?"
"Obviously." Ellie scoffed, flipping her hair back as she met his burning gaze. "I’m bored too. I’m done pretending. Three years of acting is my limit, I guess. This is all I can do. Goodbye."
Sawyer’s face darkened, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. In a flash, he grabbed her arm, yanking her close.
"So everything you did was just an act?" His voice was dangerously low. "When you stayed up late at night to make soup for me, when you took care of me, when you followed after me, worrying about me—was all of that just a damn act?"
"Yes!" Ellie snapped, wrenching her arm free. "Everything was just an act to please you and get your money. And now I’m done!"
Reaching into the pocket of her nightwear, she pulled out the used epipen from last night and shoved it against his chest.
"And you almost killed me yesterday with your stupid food. So pay me for that! Give me a check to cover my medical bill!"
The epipen hit his chest and clattered to the ground.
Sawyer looked down at it, his jaw tightening before his gaze snapped back to her.
"So this is why you’re angry?" His voice dripped with irritation. "Because of this damn little thing? Because you had an allergic reaction to the food I sent you?"
He let out a sharp scoff, stepping even closer.
"Fine! I’ll pay you double for whatever the hell it costs. Triple! Are you happy now? Are you done?"
Before Ellie could answer, Olivia’s sickly sweet voice chimed in.
"Actually, I’ll pay for it."
Ellie’s eyes snapped to Olivia, who had suddenly stepped closer, looping her arms around Sawyer’s. Her tiny red dress clung to her curves as she tilted her head and smiled at Ellie.
"Sawyer and I are going to get married soon," she cooed. "I can pay for whatever debts he has. You took care of him while I was gone, but now that I’m back, he doesn’t need you anymore. So it’s somehow my fault too that he became careless about you."
Ellie’s already burning temper ignited into an inferno.
"Great!" She sneered, her voice laced with venom. "I just want the money. I don’t give two fucks about who pays me."
Sawyer’s expression darkened further, his body stiffening. The moment Ellie’s words left her mouth, he tore out of Olivia’s grip and stepped toward Ellie.