His Yacht Had Her Name on It
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The night before our engagement party, my fiancé gifted me a million-dollar yacht—with another woman's name carved on the hull.
Not mine. "Serena"—his first love, the one who got away.
Five years of patience. Five years of sacrifice. And this is what I get?
"Stop overreacting," Austin said without a hint of shame. "She's severely depressed. I'm just trying to comfort her."
Comfort her? What about me?
When Serena tried on what should've been my wedding dress, when Austin demanded I "be the bigger person" yet again—I finally snapped.
I threw the engagement ring. It cracked against his face.
Austin's hand shot up in fury.
The door exploded open.
Julian Cross—New York's most dangerous billionaire—stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a storm.
"You dare lay a hand on my woman?"
Not mine. "Serena"—his first love, the one who got away.
Five years of patience. Five years of sacrifice. And this is what I get?
"Stop overreacting," Austin said without a hint of shame. "She's severely depressed. I'm just trying to comfort her."
Comfort her? What about me?
When Serena tried on what should've been my wedding dress, when Austin demanded I "be the bigger person" yet again—I finally snapped.
I threw the engagement ring. It cracked against his face.
Austin's hand shot up in fury.
The door exploded open.
Julian Cross—New York's most dangerous billionaire—stepped inside, his presence filling the room like a storm.
"You dare lay a hand on my woman?"














































