Too Late for Roses
In my third year of running a flower shop to support my boyfriend, he went bankrupt again.
The first time he went bankrupt, I sold the house my grandmother left me and paid off $700,000 for him.
The second time, I dug out the savings account my mother had left me as my wedding fund and paid off another $1.6 million.
The third time, I looked at the lost, empty look in his eyes and held the number of my billionaire father, the man I had long since considered dead to me, wondering whether I should call him.
But that night, I accidentally saw the messages in a small group chat on his tablet.
"Mr. Hart, how much should we put on the repayment contract for this bankruptcy?"
"Make it $10 mill