I loved James for seven long years. By day, I was his most capable employee; by night, I was his secret lover. When his "First Love" returned, he didn't just dump me—he tried to erase me entirely. He stole the promotion I had bled five years for and handed it to her on a silver platter, just to see her smile. That night, I was attacked in a dark alley. I hit the SOS button on my watch, but James didn't pick up. Instead, his "Golden Girl" answered. She laughed and hung up the phone. In that moment, I finally woke up. To him, I wasn't a human being—I was just a toy. So, I threw him away. Five years later, he tried to grab my hand, whispering in desperation, "Claire, I was wrong. I’ve been looking for you for years." I looked down at him from the stage and said, "James, thank you for not marrying me back then. You wanted a submissive, good girl? Too bad. I became a Queen."
