Part 2The Balcony Next Door: Trading My Ex for the Billionaire Heir

I turned and walked away.

I hadn't gone far when it started to rain.

I ran to take shelter under the eaves of the neighboring mansion.

Looking up, I could see Preston's bedroom.

It was on the second floor, and the lights were now on.

Sienna walked out onto the balcony, surveying the area around the front gate, as if checking to make sure I had actually left.

A moment later, Preston walked up behind Sienna, holding his suit jacket.

He wrapped the jacket around her and hugged her from behind.

Sienna turned her head and rested her cheek against his chest.

This scene was entirely too familiar.

The Vance estate had practically been my second home. The roses on that balcony had been planted by my own two hands.

He and I used to kiss passionately on that very balcony.

I looked away, not daring to watch anymore. I was afraid of seeing something that would shatter my heart completely.

Preston was my first love. I had taken our relationship incredibly seriously.

I had even fantasized about our wedding day and our happy life afterward.

Being dumped so suddenly, apart from being caught completely off guard, left me feeling like a massive chunk of my heart was missing.

The cold wind of the rainy night blew into the gaping hole in my chest.

When I looked up again, Preston had already pulled Sienna back into the bedroom.

The motorized curtains slowly drew shut, hiding everything that left so much to the imagination.