Dumped on Our Anniversary, I Became His Nightmare

For our fifth anniversary, my boyfriend, Caelen Blackwell, flew me—and his mother—to Miami.

I thought he was going to propose.

Instead, he checked me into the cheapest room of a luxury villa and disappeared.

Two days later, I found out he was staying in the private suite with another woman—his mistress, Samatha, the same woman he had just proposed to.

When I confronted him, all he said was, “I’d never marry a crippled woman. Look at you, you’ll never be rich, powerful, or beautiful like her.”

So I just made one phone call to my father—the most feared mafia boss in Spain—and told him to cut off everything Caelen had been using to build his empire.

It’s not like I didn’t know how men like him worked—use a woman up, then toss her aside.

I just never thought he would be stupid enough to believe I was the kind of people who could be disrespected or discarded like this.

Kiva’s POV

I met my boyfriend, Caelen, after an accident left me disabled. He treated me like I was everything, and in return, I quietly helped him build his casino business from the ground up.

For our fifth anniversary, he flew me to Miami. I thought he was going to propose. Instead, I found out the trip wasn’t for me at all. It was for his mistress, Samantha.

He never planned to marry me. In his words, I was just a crippled, useless woman.

So I made one call—to my father, the most powerful mafia boss in Spain—and had him cut off every connection, every resource I’d ever handed to Caelen.

I was never the simple, fragile girl Caelen thought he could use. And I’m done making myself small so a man like him could feel big.

I was still shaking. I’d just watched my boyfriend drop to one knee—and propose to another woman.

My fingers clenched the wheels of my chair as I rolled through the stunned crowd on the deck, “What the hell are you doing, Caelen?”

For a moment, I saw it—panic in his eyes, just a flicker. Then it vanished, iced over by something worse, disgust.

“What are you doing here?” he hissed.

Gasps fluttered around me like flies.

“Who let a disabled person near the pool?”

“Someone call the staff.”

“Poor thing. Must’ve gotten confused.”

I ignored all of them. My focus was solely on Caelen, the man I thought I knew. I wheeled closer. “You owe me an explanation.”

The woman standing beside him—gorgeous, tall, polished—turned to me, her eyes narrowing, “Who is she?”

Caelen didn’t flinch. “She’s just my cousin,” he said smoothly. “The family’s been taking care of her.”

Then he stepped behind me and gripped the handles of my chair. “Wait for me, babe,” he called out to that woman as he pushed me away.

“I am not—” I tried, but Caelen’s hand already slapped over my mouth, silencing me.

He didn’t let go until we were back in my hotel room.