I stole the billionaire’s heart

Jill Malik P.O.V

My stomach clenched and my face turned white as chalk when I opened the envelope. My fingers were shaking and my whole body was trembling.

This can't be true. It could not be true. He would never do that.

My eyes turned into a pool of tears as I stared at the pictures. The tears were running onto my cheeks, my hand instantly went to my heart and my stomach because they both hurt so bad from what I saw. It was like my worst nightmare came true. He said he loved me and I took him at his word. He said I was his soulmate, but here I am. Looking at pictures where he's glued to another girl.

More specifically, the girlfriend of his business partner Mr. Quinn. How could he betray two people at once?

And the worse part. It was all on our engagement party.

Tears fell on the photographs. They were all polaroids. On each one of them there was a smiley, except for the last one. In the same cursive handwriting that was on the envelope there was written on the polaroid: 'Hope you like your wedding gift! Kisses, Z.'23

hell

are being ripped apart. Staring at pictures of the person I

and my mind crazier. I was shaking uncontrollably on the

could this happen? Wasn't he happy? We were about to get married, would

floor. The pain in my chest didn't become any lighter. I tried

But I couldn't.

I felt when I broke up with Mateo. This was far more worse. I couldn't feel myself anymore. I couldn't hear the beating of

more tears to my eyes when I think about Flynn. The things he had done for me, our happy moments. He's everything I

a drug I'm addicted to. He's going to be the ex I cannot forget. And it's killing

the story. Part of me wished this was just a prank, a lie. But pictures don't lie, especially not polaroid. I want to give him

this much that I can take. And right now, the only thing to do, is distance myself from

from my own