The Breaking Poiny

The city lights stretched endlessly as Simon and I walked in silence. The streets were quieter at this hour, with only the occasional car passing by. The cool night air brushed against my skin, making me pull my coat tighter.

Simon had suggested we go out, away from the overwhelming chaos of wedding preparations and business meetings. But now that we were here, he barely spoke.

We ended up at a rooftop bar, the skyline stretching before us in all its glowing beauty. Simon sat across from me, staring at his untouched drink, his expression unreadable.

"What's wrong?" I finally asked.

He let out a quiet sigh, then spoke. "My parents."

I frowned. "What about them?"

His fingers tightened around the glass as if he were holding onto something fragile. "They were good people. Worked hard. But life wasn't fair to them."

I stayed silent, letting him continue.

"My father ran a small business. It wasn't big, but it was ours. Then a competitor—one of the largest companies in the industry—crushed him. Took everything. My parents were left with nothing." He exhaled slowly. "My father never recovered from the loss. And my mother… she tried to hold everything together, but it broke her too."

Pain flickered in his eyes, a pain that was old but never truly gone.

"I was just a kid when it happened," he continued. "But I swore I'd never let something like that happen to me. I worked my way up, built my own company, and now…" He looked up at me. "Now, I'm going to take them down."

I met his gaze, feeling the weight of his words.

"I'll help you," I said softly.

His brows pulled together. "You? But you don't even—"

"I don't care," I cut in. "I might not know much about business, but I know what it's like to be betrayed, to have your life torn apart by someone you trusted. If you want justice, I'll stand by you."

For the first time that night, his expression softened. A slow, almost hesitant smile formed on his lips.

"Thank you," he murmured.

I nodded. "Always."

The next few days passed in a blur.

The wedding preparations moved forward at full speed. The media swarmed around us, eager for any detail they could get.

Journalists followed us everywhere, throwing out endless questions.

"How did you two fall in love?"

"What makes this wedding special?"

"When's the big day?"

Simon handled them effortlessly, his charm keeping them satisfied. I played my part too, but deep down, I was suffocating.

Then, everything fell apart.

It happened at a pre-wedding event, a lavish gathering filled with industry elites. Cameras flashed, and laughter filled the air, but I felt on edge. Something didn't feel right.

And then I saw him.

Kelvin.

He stood near the entrance, watching me with a look I couldn't quite place. My heart pounded in my chest.

Before I could react, he moved toward me, grabbing my wrist.

"We need to talk," he muttered, dragging me into a quiet hallway.

"Kelvin, let go," I hissed, glancing around to make sure no one saw us.

He did, but only after pulling me further from the crowd. "What the hell is going on, Mimi?" His voice was low, but sharp with frustration.

I forced myself to stay calm. I had to make him believe I was still playing along.

"It's part of the plan," I lied smoothly. "Marrying Simon will give me more power. It'll help us in the long run."

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure? Because it looks like you're actually going through with this."

I crossed my arms. "Do you really think I'd choose him over you?"

Kelvin studied me for a moment, then smirked. "Good. Then let's stop playing games. Forget Simon. Marry me instead."

My stomach turned.

Before I could respond, a cold voice cut through the air.

"So this is what's been happening behind my back."

I turned sharply.

Simon.

He stood at the end of the hall, his face blank, his eyes unreadable.

A sinking feeling spread through me. How much had he heard?

Kelvin smirked, stepping back as if he had already won. "Well, this is awkward."

Simon didn't react. His gaze stayed locked on me.

I opened my mouth to explain, but the words wouldn't come out.

His expression didn't change, but when he finally spoke, his voice was emotionless.

"I should've known."

Panic rose in my chest. "Simon, it's not what you think—"

But he had already turned away.

Minutes later, everything fell apart.

The news spread like wildfire.

Simon Carter had publicly announced that the wedding was off.

The headlines were brutal.

"BREAKING: Simon Carter Calls Off Wedding With Mimi Larkin!"

"Cheating Scandal Shocks High Society!"

"Billionaire Walks Away From Fiancée—What Happened?"

The moment the announcement went public, I knew it was over.

The media swarmed the event, demanding answers. Simon gave none.

And then, just when I thought it couldn't get worse, my father arrived.

Mr. Larkin stormed into the venue, his face red with anger. The moment he saw me, he exploded.

"What the hell did you do?" His voice was loud enough for people to turn and stare.

"Dad, I—"

"You embarrassed this family! You ruined everything!" His words hit like a slap.

I took a shaky breath. "I didn't—"

But he wasn't listening. He was already walking away.

Kelvin was gone.

Simon was gone.

And now, so was my father.

I stood there, alone, as the weight of everything crashed down on me.

I had lost everything.