My Fake Broke Billionaire - Chapter 3: Chapter 3
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Clatter! The glass door flew open.
Kaiden emerged, apron tied around his waist, balancing two steaming plates in his hands. The backlight from the kitchen cast his face in shadow, but his voice was warm, almost tender.
"Why are you just standing there? Come eat."
I didn't answer.
My eyes stung, so I turned away, muttering, "Go ahead. I'll wash up first," before slipping into the bathroom.
When I returned, he hadn't touched his food. His gaze flickered with concern. "You took forever. Everything okay?"
I shook my head. "Fine."
Dinner was eerily quiet.
Normally, I'd chatter nonstop after work, unloading every little detail of my day—good, bad, trivial. If I ever annoyed him, he'd shove a bite of food into my mouth to shut me up. I'd swat at him playfully, and soon we'd both be laughing, the sound filling the apartment.
Tonight, silence.
After eating, I flopped onto the couch while Kaiden cleared the table. I craned my neck toward the kitchen. From this angle, I couldn't see him, just heard the rush of water.
The heir to the Xavier empire—raised with silver spoons and staff at his beck and call—was now playing househusband in my tiny apartment. Cooking, scrubbing dishes, even cleaning the bathroom daily. The thought tugged a faint smile from me.
Then, just as quickly, it vanished.
Seven years, Kaiden. What were you thinking?
Did you really believe I was that gullible?
With Hanna's help, I'd crushed the project, earned recognition at the company, and landed a fat bonus. The number in my account should've had me giddy, scrambling to figure out how to celebrate.
Instead, my chest ached.
I'd already picked out a place—a cozy little condo—waiting for this payout to secure it. Kaiden and me, finally putting down roots in the city.
Now? Pointless.
I drove to the realtor's office but lingered outside, unable to step in. On the way back, I passed an intersection and remembered Kaiden mentioning his workplace was nearby.
On impulse, I turned.
Minutes later, I stood in front of a shabby real estate agency. The moment I walked in, an agent scurried over. "How can I help you today?"
I swallowed. "Is there an employee here named Kaiden?"
The agent blinked, then shook their head. "Sorry, ma'am. Doesn't ring a bell."
Expected. Still, my stomach dropped.
Of course.
If his name was a lie, why would his job be real?
I pulled out my phone, showing a photo. "Do you recognize him?"
The agent's expression shifted. "Oh! Him." They leaned in, lowering their voice. "He's a VIP client. Leaves a car key with us—parked in the garage next door. Picks it up every morning, returns it every evening."
I stared.
Words failed me.
It felt like autumn wind hollowing out my chest—just brittle, empty space where warmth used to be.
I forced a smile. "Thanks."
Back in my car, I glanced at the agency one last time. Small. Dingy. A far cry from the Xavier Group's gleaming towers.
I remembered Kaiden's routine: up at dawn, breakfast ready, out the door "to work." Sometimes I'd drop him off. He'd circle to my window, lean in for a kiss, our smiles bright with the promise of the day ahead.
Those memories were sharp, vivid.
And every single one—a lie.
I tilted my head back against the seat, exhaling hard.
Kaiden Xavier, the golden heir everyone adored, had gone to ridiculous lengths to deceive me.
Just like his friend said.
For an ordinary girl like me? I should be flattered, right?
Kaiden emerged, apron tied around his waist, balancing two steaming plates in his hands. The backlight from the kitchen cast his face in shadow, but his voice was warm, almost tender.
"Why are you just standing there? Come eat."
I didn't answer.
My eyes stung, so I turned away, muttering, "Go ahead. I'll wash up first," before slipping into the bathroom.
When I returned, he hadn't touched his food. His gaze flickered with concern. "You took forever. Everything okay?"
I shook my head. "Fine."
Dinner was eerily quiet.
Normally, I'd chatter nonstop after work, unloading every little detail of my day—good, bad, trivial. If I ever annoyed him, he'd shove a bite of food into my mouth to shut me up. I'd swat at him playfully, and soon we'd both be laughing, the sound filling the apartment.
Tonight, silence.
After eating, I flopped onto the couch while Kaiden cleared the table. I craned my neck toward the kitchen. From this angle, I couldn't see him, just heard the rush of water.
The heir to the Xavier empire—raised with silver spoons and staff at his beck and call—was now playing househusband in my tiny apartment. Cooking, scrubbing dishes, even cleaning the bathroom daily. The thought tugged a faint smile from me.
Then, just as quickly, it vanished.
Seven years, Kaiden. What were you thinking?
Did you really believe I was that gullible?
With Hanna's help, I'd crushed the project, earned recognition at the company, and landed a fat bonus. The number in my account should've had me giddy, scrambling to figure out how to celebrate.
Instead, my chest ached.
I'd already picked out a place—a cozy little condo—waiting for this payout to secure it. Kaiden and me, finally putting down roots in the city.
Now? Pointless.
I drove to the realtor's office but lingered outside, unable to step in. On the way back, I passed an intersection and remembered Kaiden mentioning his workplace was nearby.
On impulse, I turned.
Minutes later, I stood in front of a shabby real estate agency. The moment I walked in, an agent scurried over. "How can I help you today?"
I swallowed. "Is there an employee here named Kaiden?"
The agent blinked, then shook their head. "Sorry, ma'am. Doesn't ring a bell."
Expected. Still, my stomach dropped.
Of course.
If his name was a lie, why would his job be real?
I pulled out my phone, showing a photo. "Do you recognize him?"
The agent's expression shifted. "Oh! Him." They leaned in, lowering their voice. "He's a VIP client. Leaves a car key with us—parked in the garage next door. Picks it up every morning, returns it every evening."
I stared.
Words failed me.
It felt like autumn wind hollowing out my chest—just brittle, empty space where warmth used to be.
I forced a smile. "Thanks."
Back in my car, I glanced at the agency one last time. Small. Dingy. A far cry from the Xavier Group's gleaming towers.
I remembered Kaiden's routine: up at dawn, breakfast ready, out the door "to work." Sometimes I'd drop him off. He'd circle to my window, lean in for a kiss, our smiles bright with the promise of the day ahead.
Those memories were sharp, vivid.
And every single one—a lie.
I tilted my head back against the seat, exhaling hard.
Kaiden Xavier, the golden heir everyone adored, had gone to ridiculous lengths to deceive me.
Just like his friend said.
For an ordinary girl like me? I should be flattered, right?
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