After He Called Me Gold Digger I Became His Rival

I spent three years by Nathan's side.

Until the day of his birthday party, when I accidentally overheard his remarks about me from outside the private room:

Just a gold digger...

A temporary fling until his first love returned from abroad...

Little did he know, I am Nyomi Coleman, the heiress of a family far more prestigious than his.

Turning away, I dialed my brother's number:

"Cassius, I've agreed to the family arrangement."

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It had been three years since I last called my brother.

"Cassius, I want to come home."

From the other end of the line, my brother, Cassius Bell, detected the tremor in my voice and urgently asked, "What's wrong? Is something going on?"

I fought back my tears, took a deep breath, and said, "I was wrong. True feelings can't always be reciprocated. You mentioned introducing me to some friends last time. I'm open to the idea of a date now."

Cassius had always disapproved of the Tuckers, thinking them unworthy. For Nathan, I stubbornly resisted contacting him for three years. Now, his outrage was evident.

"I've told you before, those Tuckers are selfish and shallow. You're the jewel of the Coleman family. Why should you endure this?"

I bit my lip hard but couldn't help but start sobbing.

Only then did Cassius soften his tone:

"Alright, alright, just come back as soon as you can. Do you want me to come and pick you up?"

"No need. Give me three days."

I needed time to sort things out here.

Including things with my boyfriend—Nathan.

Another call came through.

The caller ID read "Future Husband."

I said goodbye to Cassius and picked up the phone.

Amidst the noisy music, Nathan's angry voice came through: "Nyomi, why aren't you here yet? It's my birthday today. Are you really going to keep everyone waiting?"

I let out a bitter laugh, "Since when have I had the privilege to make you wait for me?"

Nathan never waited for me.

When we went to the cinema, I'd barely get the popcorn before he'd head into the screening alone.

If a class ran over by ten minutes, he’d impatiently leave.

Even tying my shoelaces, he didn't pause for me.

Yet, I'd always hurry to catch up with him.

Even though I'd be panting and out of breath.

But now, I'm tired of running, tired of chasing.

Perhaps it was the first time I used such a tone with him; Nathan was stunned for a couple of seconds. When he spoke again, his anger was even more intense:

"What do you mean by that? Are you trying to walk all over me?"

I sniffled, speaking softly, "I'm not coming. Enjoy your evening."

And with that, I hung up.

The exquisite gift box slipped from my hand as I stared blankly at the ajar door of the private room.

Nathan was seated at the center, staring disbelievingly at his phone before slamming it onto the table.

The commotion was enough for those with