Betrayed by One CEO, Married to Another

In the third year of Michelle Lowe’s relationship with Sigmund Lloyd, the man she had been financially supporting, her family went bankrupt.

To save the company, her father tried to force her into an arranged marriage.

That very night, she packed up everything she owned, ready to elope with Sigmund.

However, when she arrived at the exclusive club where he worked, she saw him elegantly socializing with powerful guests.

His refined manners and quiet confidence made him look nothing like the poor young man she’d been supporting for the past three years.

In the third year of Michelle Lowe’s relationship with Sigmund Lloyd, the man she had been financially supporting, her family went bankrupt.

To save the company, her father tried to force her into an arranged marriage.

That very night, she packed up everything she owned, ready to elope with Sigmund.

However, when she arrived at the exclusive club where he worked, she saw him elegantly socializing with powerful guests.

His refined manners and quiet confidence made him look nothing like the poor young man she’d been supporting for the past three years.

“Sigmund, I heard the Lowes are going under. Mr. Lowe is trying to sell his daughter off to save the company. You’re not going to help your girlfriend?”

“Girlfriend? She’s just something to keep Sigmund entertained. His real girlfriend’s coming back soon. Once she’s home, he’ll ditch that fool Michelle and move on without missing a beat.”

“Well, she’s pretty and has a great body. You get her for free, and she even pays you. You’ve made a fortune, Sigmund.

“Still, for the golden boy of Northbridge’s elite to play the part of a sugar baby for three years, you’ve got patience.”

“It has been three years and Michelle still hasn’t realized Sigmund isn’t an employee here but the actual owner. How can someone be that blind?”

The room erupted in laughter as smoke swirled through the air.

Amid the noise, Sigmund calmly typed a reply to Michelle’s message.

She had sent it half an hour ago: “Sigmund, let’s run away together.”

Her phone buzzed softly.

Michelle looked down and saw a single, mocking word on the screen: “Sure.”

“Run away? Where could she even go? She’s her father’s cash cow now. The moment she leaves, he’ll drag her back to sell her off again.”

Sigmund stubbed out his cigarette, then casually pulled a cheap necklace off the hostess beside him.

“Another gift for Michelle? Last time it was that ten-dollar silver ring, and before that, a plastic bouquet.

“She’s supposed to be a rich girl. How can her taste be that bad? And she never complains?”

“She loves everything I give her. That silver ring? She won’t even take it off.”

Michelle froze where she stood, her fingers brushing the ring on her hand, a sharp ache spreading through her chest.

When he gave it to her, she was genuinely happy, thinking he was hinting at a proposal.

But now she realized that it was