When Luca left me, he made sure I knew why.
“Ophelia, I need more,” he had said, standing in my tiny apartment, looking around like the peeling paint and secondhand furniture personally offended him.
More.
As if years of love, loyalty, and sacrifices weren’t enough.
I had worked two jobs to support us while he chased his business dreams. I believed in him when no one else did. I stayed up late helping him refine his pitches, encouraged him when he doubted himself.
But the moment Helena Lancaster—heiress to a real estate empire—showed interest in him, I was discarded like an outdated accessory.
I still remember the smug look on his face when he walked out, as if he had won some twisted game.
At first, the pain was unbearable.
Luca and Helena became the city’s newest power couple, their pictures splashed across glossy magazines and social media. Lavish vacations, black-tie galas, front-row seats at fashion week—things I could never give him.
Mutual friends stopped inviting me out.
“Come on, Ophelia, you can’t still be upset,” one had said, as if I’d lost a bet and not the man I thought I’d marry.
I was furious at him. Furious at myself for ever thinking I was enough for him.
But slowly, I let it go.
I focused on myself, threw myself into work, and climbed the ranks at my company.
Then, one day, karma finally knocked on Luca’s door.
It started as a whisper.
I was scrolling through my phone at a café when I saw his name trending.
Luca Romero—embroiled in a business scandal that sent shockwaves through the city.
I clicked on the article, heart pounding.
Turns out, Luca had been working under Helena’s father’s company, using insider information to close shady deals. Someone had leaked the evidence, and now he was under investigation for fraud.
Helena’s family wasted no time cutting him off.
Overnight, the luxurious penthouse, designer clothes, and high-society invitations—gone.
Helena deleted every picture of him from her Instagram.
His business partners dropped him like a sinking ship.
Luca went from elite to outcast in a matter of days.
And I?
I smiled.
I didn’t reach out.
I didn’t need to.
Luca found me.
One evening, as I was sipping wine and watching a movie, a message request popped up.
Luca: Hey, Ophelia. Long time no see.
I stared at the screen.
Long time? He made it sound like he had simply moved away, not left me for a wealthier woman.
I debated ignoring him but curiosity won.
Me: Didn’t expect to hear from you. Everything okay?
A few minutes passed. Then:
Luca: Not really. I messed up. Bad. I should have never left you.
I nearly laughed out loud.
I could picture it—his perfect life in ruins, his desperation creeping in.
He had it all, and he lost everything.
And now? Now he thought I’d be his safety net.
I leaned back, took a sip of my wine, and smiled.
Me: You made your choice, Luca. Hope it was worth it.
Then, I blocked him.
And I laughed.
