Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 126 The bottle flew across the room and shattered against the wall, splattering red wine and shards of glass across the floor. The sound of it breaking gave me a fleeting rush of satisfaction-a small release for the fury that had been simmering inside me ever since Alex left. I grabbed the second bottle from the Sunvale box, feeling its weight in my hand. Six cheap bottles of wine that someone had sent to ruin my life. The same bottles Christian had found and used as evidence against me. "Screw you," I muttered, hurling the second bottle even harder.

The crash echoed through the apartment again, red streaks sliding down the white wall like blood. It was violent, messy-and deeply, primitively satisfying. Each bottle that shattered felt like a piece of my anger breaking loose. I was reaching for the third when I heard the key turn in the lock. Crap. I'd given Annie a spare key weeks ago and completely forgotten about it. The door opened, and she called out, "Zoey, we need to-AAAHHH!" She let out a scream as the third bottle flew across the room and exploded against the wall, sending glass and wine raining down in every direction.

"Sorry!" I said quickly, dropping the fourth bottle onto the table. "I'm just... venting. 11 Annie looked around the living room, eyes wide at the chaos. Glass everywhere, red stains dripping down the walls, the sharp tang of wine filling the air. "Zoey," she said slowly, "you do realize you're the one who's gonna have to clean all this up later, right?" I shot her a glare. Seriously? That was her concern right now? Annie raised her hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. If you want to keep destroying your own apartment, go for it.

to explain this to the landlord." I picked up the fourth bottle again but hesitated. Part of me wanted to keep breaking things until nothing in the apartment was left standing. But she wasn't wrong-I'd have to deal with the mess afterward. 1 "If you came here to ask whether I told Christian about the pregnancy, no, I didn't," I said, gripping the bottle tight.

a wild animal. "How am I supposed to calm down?" I turned to face her, waving my arms in frustration. "Someone's setting me up, Annie! Someone's trying to make it look like I'm leaking Kensington secrets to Sunvale!" I grabbed the fifth bottle, but Annie held out her hand cautiously. "Zoey..." "I found out today that someone's been sending emails pretending to be me," I went on, ignoring her.

from the past twenty-four hours came crashing out. "I mean, I get that he was angry in the moment, okay? He's got a history of betrayal, of people he trusted turning on him. But I thought he'd cool off and come back so we could

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and instead he accused me of cheating and walked out." Annie moved closer, her hands half-extended like she wanted to comfort me but wasn't sure how. "Zoey, you need to breathe. Come here." She guided me gently toward the couch, easing me down as I kept crying. The apartment around us was a wreck- broken glass everywhere, red wine streaking the walls, the sharp scent of alcohol hanging heavy-but Annie only seemed to care