Chapter 3

"Miss Morgan, thank you for taking care of my James these past five years."

I frowned.

"Who are you?"

"Never mind who I am. James loves me."

Before I could respond, she hung up.

I collapsed onto the sofa, memories of my past life flooding back.

James had been with me for five years, pretending to be devoted to me on the surface, while secretly carrying on with Olivia behind my back.

Back then, I had spent five years trying to make him love me, but failed.

In this life, I wouldn't be so foolish again.

If I can't be happy, no one else will be either.

I was the most notorious rich heiress in South River City.

Wild and unrepentant.

I'd been with countless men, living a life of debauchery.

But they were all just passing fancies.

James was the only one I truly loved.

He used to be a young master from a family of equal status to mine, but fate was cruel and brought him to rock bottom.

I dialed James' number.

"Where are you?" I demanded.

His voice sounded tired. "I'm busy."

"Are you with another woman?"

I asked shakily.

"Chloe, don't overthink it."

I suddenly lost my temper, raising my voice much louder, startling him.

"I'm asking you, are you with another woman or not?!"

"James Sullivan!"

He sighed, speaking in a tone I'd never heard before.

"Chloe Morgan, I thought we only had a contractual relationship. My private life is none of your business."

I was furious and heartbroken, at a loss for how to respond.

"You said five years was the limit."

"Chloe, shouldn't we follow the rules of the game?"

In this life, I viewed men's hearts as worthless.

I thought I could play men like puppets.

But once again, I was harshly slapped in the face.

I lowered my voice, adding somewhat pitifully:

"Today... is my birthday."

"Can you..."

Before I could finish, he hung up.

Starting over, James was still just as cruel.