Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me by Thedora Birnir

Chapter 250 I Hate It

Elissa and Robin met at the height of their youth, a time when love felt invincible.

They were a perfect match–admired, envied, the kind of couple others spoke of in hushed awe.

Their families, well–matched in wealth and influence, welcomed the union with open arms. Everything aligned

as if fate itself had blessed their love story.

Elissa had envisioned a simple, beautiful life with Robin–marriage, children, quiet happiness. She never

imagined a different ending.

But fate clearly had other plans. On the night of her wedding, the dream she cherished shattered in an instant.

She had spent the night in the arms of her lover–or so she believed.

But as dawn broke, the world around her crumbled. The door to the bridal chamber burst open with a deafening crash.

Elissa jolted awake, her mind still hazy, her body aching from the night before.

The room was a mess of disheveled sheets and discarded clothing. Her wedding dress lay in tatters on the floor,

the delicate fabric torn and ruined.

The marks on her skin, the lingering warmth on the bed, the unmistakable stain on the sheets–evidence of what had transpired.

The fairytale she had believed in had just become a nightmare.

Elissa would never forget the look on Robin’s face the sheer disgust, the fury twisting his features as he stared

at her.

“Elissa! How could you?” he roared, his voice cutting through the heavy silence like a blade.

The words struck Elissa harder than any physical blow.

Then, the horrifying realization set in. On her wedding night, in what should have been the most sacred moment of her life–she had been with a stranger.

Not Robin. A stranger.

Who was he? She didn’t even know his name. Before she had woken, he had already vanished.

And from that moment on, Elissa’s life unraveled. The whispers spread like wildfire. The accusations came swift and merciless–from her family, from Robin’s, from everyone who had once looked at her with admiration.

Shameless. Disgraceful. She was branded with those words.

Elissa had no defense. No explanation that would change what had already been decided.

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She had walked into the wrong bridal chamber. Slept with the wrong man. Lost everything–her innocence, her dignity, the happiness that had once felt so close.

Her world had shattered beyond repair.

aching with every word. She had always seen Elissa ás strong, independent, someone who carried herself with quiet

at a loss.

in this world, and even someone as seemingly unbreakable as Elissa had been crushed beneath

tightening with emotion. Her eyes

did you two stay together after

angry–after all, who wouldn’t feel betrayed after such

been unable to forgive,

hard, struggling to find her voice. “Because… At first, Robin said

that losing me would

stopped, unable

Hadley didn’t need her

it at the start. But in

mind, the invisible stain he believed she carried.

pain into cruelty, lashing out in the name

her face with trembling hands, her sobs quiet but

I hate it. I hate

what? She didn‘

say.

she knew the answer. The man who had taken everything from her. The man who had destroyed her life before it even began.

tissue and gently wiped Elissa’s tear–streaked

up, her expression one of pure bewilderment, as if

crossed

but kind. “Yes. You’re just hurting each other by staying in this marriage. If you’re not happy, why keep living like

head, staring down at her lap. “I… I don’t know. I’ve never thought

young, Elissa. Don’t let yourself rot in

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him with a hint of approval. “You can transition to oral medication now,” the doctor announced, shutting

for days, immediately straightened. “So, does that mean I can finally get out of

him a knowing look. “Technically, yes. But I’d advise staying a few more days for

dismissive hand. “Another day in this place, and I

rolling her

he think she

just another office. Phillips had

Mr. Flynn, but take your medication on time, avoid

a nod, though Hadley could already tell

part.

sort out the

the Flynn Mansion, where a team of staff, a private

for what awaited them at the

hall–a three–year–old child with big,

squeezed her hand, a wry smile playing

Ernest and Linda have been

her mouth–then shut it again.

that Ernest had cheated

child was already three years old–this wasn’t some fleeting mistake or a moment of

happened

but glance at Ernest, the ever–composed, refined

something like this?

kept her thoughts to herself.

her business, and she had no right to judge.

an unexpected thought crossed