care of her. His savings bled out fast.
Three months later, he crawled back, begging for a second chance.
I knew better.
This wasn’t love–it was desperation. Deke resented me. He wanted a financial lifeline, and he thought I’d be dumb enough to play along.
What he didn’t know? I’d found his secret account. Just days ago, he’d posted a gem online:
[How to win someone back… then quietly drain them dry?]
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Chapter 11
His comment section? A cesspool of scumbags swapping tips. And Deke? He was all ears.
His call came while I was on my way to visit my mom.
I answered, cool as ever. “I’m back in my hometown.”
He sounded wrecked. “When will you be back? Let’s talk, just once.”
I smiled. “I’m not coming back. We’ll never see each other again.‘
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