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

at a loss.

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

her throat tightening with emotion. Her eyes burned with

stay

Robin to be angry–after all, who

to forgive,

to find her voice. “Because… At first, Robin said he didn’t care. He told

losing me would hurt more

she stopped, unable to go

didn’t need her

he had even meant it at the start. But in the end, resentment had

the barrier in his mind, the invisible stain he believed she

turned his pain into cruelty, lashing

covered her face with trembling hands, her sobs quiet

I hate

She

say.

man who had taken everything from her. The man who had destroyed her life before it even began.

for a tissue and gently wiped Elissa’s tear–streaked face. “Elissa, have you

one of

never once crossed her

hurting each other by staying in this marriage. If you’re not

her head, staring down at her lap. “I… I don’t

it. You’re still so young, Elissa.

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Eric, his practiced gaze assessing him with a hint

on the edge of boredom for days, immediately

look. “Technically, yes. But I’d advise staying a few more

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

scoffed, rolling

think she

business as if the hospital was just another office. Phillips had practically turned Eric’s hospital room

Mr. Flynn, but take your medication on time, avoid anything strenuous, and–most

could already tell

part.

left to sort out the

back to full strength, Nyla suggested he return to the Flynn Mansion, where a team of staff, a private

could have prepared Hadley for what awaited them

they stepped inside, Hadley’s eyes landed on a tiny figure darting across the hall–a three–year–old child with big, round eyes. She blinked. A child? Living here? With the Flynn family?

in surprise, and he simply squeezed her hand, a wry

Linda

mouth–then shut it again.

been relentless in her complaints–insisting that Ernest had cheated on her. And now,

three years old–this wasn’t

had happened years

couldn’t help but glance at Ernest, the ever–composed, refined man. So even he was capable of

something like this?

course, she kept her thoughts to

and she had no

thought crossed her