He Called Off Our Forever

Tonight, my boyfriend of seven years, Benjamin Kane, was supposed to propose. Our future was a perfect picture, planned down to the last detail.

But a single phone call shattered it all. A mysterious voice convinced him I was a gold digger who would ruin him, and that another woman, Jenna Christian, was his true soulmate.

He called off our engagement on the spot.

That was only the beginning of my nightmare. I was stalked by a man obsessed with Jenna, a confrontation that ended with me falling from a rooftop and shattering my arm. Then, I was kidnapped by a shady agency, trapped by a contract Jenna had signed in my name. I was living the horrific fate that was meant for her.

Benjamin, the man who promised me forever, abandoned me to suffer while defending the very woman who orchestrated my torment.

Lying in a hospital bed, I received an acceptance letter for a design scholarship in Paris. It was my only escape. I took it, leaving behind the man who broke me and the life he destroyed.

Chapter 1

The air in the grand university ballroom was thick with anticipation. Not just for the inevitable speeches, the clinking of champagne flutes, or the final goodbyes. For me, Amanda Stevens, it was for one moment: Benjamin Kane, my boyfriend of seven years, getting down on one knee. Everyone knew it was coming. Whispers followed us like a second shadow. Benjamin, the golden boy, real estate heir, and me, his talented fashion design student girlfriend. Tonight was our night. Our future.

I watched him from across the room, his dark hair catching the light, his profile sharp and confident as he spoke with a dean. My heart hammered, a frantic drum against my ribs. Seven years. A lifetime for us. We had planned everything, every detail of our lives, right down to the type of dog we' d get. I smoothed the fabric of the dress I designed, a soft blush silk that shimmered with every breath. It was my ode to our love, to the future I believed in.

Then, his phone buzzed. He glanced at it, a flicker of annoyance on his face, then excused himself, stepping into the quieter alcove near the main entrance. I tried not to stare, but my eyes were glued to him. He answered, his voice low, almost a whisper. I could barely make out the words, but the tension in his shoulders was a language I understood. Something was wrong.

"No, that' s impossible," Benjamin muttered, his back to me. His hand clenched around the phone, knuckles white. "How… how did you know that?" There was a pause, a long, agonizing silence. My breath hitched. He was listening, really listening, to whatever was being said on the other end.

"Amanda? A gold digger?" His voice was louder now, edged with something I couldn' t quite place-disbelief, maybe, but also a chilling hint of consideration. "She' d bankrupt me?" The words sliced