Born As Kidney Donor For My Sister

Book 4 I Offered 100 Million, and He Chose Betrayal

For the past five years, another woman had stayed by his side.

She offered him her shoulder when he was weary, comforted him when he was down, and applauded his successes.

They shared a life of mutual support, hardships, and affection.

And me, the woman who once invested a billion to help him make a comeback had now become a joke.

After achieving success, Jamie shed his youthful impatience and became mature, composed, and commanding.

Back then, I was captivated by his appearance, desperately begging my father to give him another chance.

Even now, just seeing him stirred a sense of possessiveness in me.

How pathetic I am.

I picked up the card and handed it to my secretary behind me.

With a neutral expression, I looked at Jamie and said coldly, “Check it carefully; not a single cent less.”

Jamie watched as the secretary took the card and let out a sigh of relief.

I admired my freshly doner ils and asked casually, “Do you think this clears the debt?”

Jamie straightened up, his expression solemn, and replied, “If Ms. Harris needs anything in the future, feel free to ask. Jamie will oblige.”

He added seriously, “Except for marriage.”

He spoke with such earnestness, presenting himself as deeply principled.

But I didn’t seem to appreciate it.

“The diamond earrings you won at the auction yesterday, I like them too. Be sure to send the over tomorrow morning.”

The earrings, which Jamie had extravagantly bought, were reportedly intended for his fiancée, Sylvia.

If these earrings were seen on me, I wonder how some people would react.

Noticing his hesitation, I stood up and walked upstairs, not looking back as I said, “If Mr. Riley doesn’t keep his word, just consider this a joke.”

The next day, the secretary placed the earrings on my vanity.

I picked them up and examined them for a moment–of exceptional quality, with flawless clarity, indeed beautiful.

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Jamie attended with his fiancée, while I was alone.

The murmurs around me grew louder, with everyone speculating why Jamie’s gift to his fiancée was being worn by me.

His fiancée, Sylvia, approached me with a beaming smile.

“Ms. Harris, Jamie has explained to me that these earrings are his way of repaying your kindness.”

I took a sip of my drink, turned away, and chose not to engage with her.

He then questioned me harshly, “Ms. Harris, why are you making things difficult for my fiancée?”

I discarded the cake plate, brushed off my hands, and nonchalantly replied, “She ruined my mood for eating.”

Sylvia, with tearful eyes, clung to Jamie’s chest, looking like a delicate flower.

“I just came to tell Ms. Harris that I don’t mind her taking my earrings as long as it makes her feel better. I’m willing to do anything.”

Upon hearing this, my rival Zelene crossed her arms and took a stand, “Ellen is bullying people again, just because her family is powerful and influential, she goes around taking things from others.”

Others joined in, condemning me as a haughty and arrogant heiress.

I maintained a smirk and a composed smile, keeping my gaze fixed on Jamie’s dim and unreadable eyes.

After a long while.

“Let’s go.”

Jamie carefully helped Sylvia away, and watching their retreating figures was quite jarring.

We were engaged at eighteen. Back then, although Jamie was flamboyant, he was actually reserved others.”

Others joined in, condemning me as a haughty and arrogant heiress.

I maintained a smirk and a composed smile, keeping my gaze fixed on Jamie’s dim and unreadable eyes.

After a long while.

“Let’s go.”

Jamie carefully helped Sylvia away, and watching their retreating figures was quite jarring.

We were engaged at eighteen. Back then, although Jamie was flamboyant, he was actually reserved.

His pale face would flush with a hint of pink whenever I made a playful remark.

I enjoyed teasing him, that speci ‘kind of affection a woman feels for a man.

On the day his family went bankrupt, he seemed to grow up overnight, his gaze more resolute, his entire demeanor exuding a stubborn defiance.

I knew he would succeed, but I forgot that success might make him forget our engagement.

Regret? I never do things I would regret.

I could lift him up, or let him fall into the mire once more.