Guess Who's Not Sweet Anymore?

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have.

Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim.

When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools.

When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels.

And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts.

To him, I was just an ATM.

"Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry.

And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back.

After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work.

So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest.

"Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried."

When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?"

I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."

"Eve, I told you to pay up. What are you standing there for?"

My mind spun as I heard Albert Roosevelt's voice. Only when I saw his heartless face did I realize I had been reborn.

I turned and looked at the most extravagant private dining room of the hotel's restaurant, now packed with classmates from our department.

I curled my lip and exclaimed, "How generous of you, Mr. Roosevelt. Booking this many tables at La Pearle must've cost over a hundred grand. You're really planning to blow your whole fortune tonight for Bianca's birthday."

Albert's face darkened. He grabbed my arm and dragged me into a secluded corner.

Looking troubled, he frowned. "A few hundred grand is nothing to you. It's Bianca's birthday. You're not going to let me embarrass myself, are you?"

I used to be weak to that look on his face. He was handsome, with a touch of melancholy in his eyes. Even when he wasn't frowning, it was enough to tug at my heartstrings. And when he did frown, it felt like the whole world owed him something.

I would do anything for him. So whenever he frowned, I answered his every need.

However, he was never grateful. He'd spent my money without shame, acting like