Dad tried to reason with me, "Evelyn, you two are too different. You're from different worlds, and you won't be happy. I don't approve of you being together."

I knew Dad was looking out for me. At that time, I couldn't listen.

If Dad said we weren't a good match, I figured I'd just help Dylan rise to my level.

I knew Dylan had ambition and wanted to start his own business.

His last failure was due to bad luck and a broken funding chain.

But now, I was here to help him.

Since my parents didn't support us, they cut off my access to money several times.

So, I sold my bags, my jewelry, anything I could to help him.

I even lowered myself, using every connection I had to secure resources for him.

I helped him transform from an unknown college graduate into an admired new business mogul in just five short years.

Now, he's successful and accomplished.

After all, I gave, even a stone would have warmed up to me. I thought Dylan would marry me finally.

Or at least break up with me respectfully.

But I never expected him to humiliate me like that.

To him, I was nothing more than a disposable woman.

"Dylan, I've long since repaid your kindness over the years.

Now, it's me who doesn't want you anymore.

I've always been decisive. When I say it's over, there's no turning back."

After blocking Dylan on WhatsApp, I dragged Abigail out of bed to help me move my stuff out of the so-called home we shared.

Honestly, I'd been so pathetic in this relationship, turning this place into a love nest just for us.

But Dylan had barely spent any time here.

That morning, we sat in the car and watched the moving company take all my things away.

Abigail yawned and looked at me seriously. "You're serious this time, huh?"

I nodded. "Absolutely."

Abigail laughed. "Evelyn, you're my kind of girl. Quick and clean. That jerk never deserved you. Forget him. I'll introduce you to someone better tonight."

I chuckled. "Please, no. I'm so over the idea of dating right now."

"So, what do you want to do?"

"I'm going home. It's been so long since I've had a proper breakfast with my parents."

"Fine, I won't get in the way of your family time. You've stayed at my place long enough. It's time to go home. Evelyn, I didn't mention it last time. But your dad didn't look too well. You should really check on them."

My dad's health wasn't good?

Abigail's words hit me like a ton of bricks. I was such a jerk. What kind of daughter was I?