Part 3The Gold Digger's Resignation

Everything went smoothly.

In everyone's eyes, I was beautiful, gentle, and oblivious to Asher's wealth—just purely in love with him.

I loved him so much I worried constantly.

I didn't want him racing or fighting because I was terrified for his safety.

I didn't want other girls around him because I loved him so much I was afraid he'd fall for someone else.

But since I had no title, I couldn't throw tantrums.

I could only cry and beg him softly.

Luckily, Asher seemed to like me enough. Whenever I cried, he caved.

He behaved for a long time, shocking everyone.

Asher took me shopping, to movies, on trips. We took photos, kissed, and slept together.

His friends said he was a changed man.

Julian must have been satisfied too; he tripled my salary.

I became the canary in Asher's hand, pampered and spoiled.

Many saw me as the frontrunner to become the next Mrs. Sterling.

Honestly, I didn't know if Asher really cared or if I was just a novelty.

But I knew one thing: Julian Sterling would never let a bottle girl from The Sapphire Club marry into the family.

Even though I was brought to Julian on my first day.

To elites like them, just being allowed into their circle was a privilege.

I couldn't—and didn't deserve to—ask for more.

So, when I was on the verge of tears again, begging Asher not to race...

He just pulled out a cigarette, unbothered. "Relax. Your man's unbeatable."

This was the first time, outside of the bedroom, that he refused me.

My eyes reddened. "Ash."

Asher didn't look at me again. He crushed the cigarette under his boot and walked toward his black sports car, which hadn't been touched in months.

His back was straight and tall.

The crowd whistled excitedly. It had been a year since Asher raced.

I had a premonition.

I turned my head slowly.

A girl in a white dress was being led by several men to the platform where the "prize" usually stood.

She looked down uneasily, a picture of vulnerability.

In that moment, I felt a mix of emotions.

A socialite glanced at me, inspecting her manicure.

"You were sick a few days ago and didn't go to the bar with Asher. That girl was a hostess there, getting harassed. Asher saved her."

I blinked slowly.

Processing the information.

In those ten seconds, I wondered: Did Julian order a new custom canary for Asher?

Impossible. Julian Sterling wasn't sloppy.

Besides... this girl looked scared but stubborn.

She lacked my practiced affectation.

I sighed, looking up at the sky sorrowfully.

My eyes filled with tears—muscle memory at this point.

But I was genuinely sad.

My double salary was gone.

Seeing my expression, the socialite scoffed. "You really forgot your place. This day was coming sooner or later."

I silently unlocked my phone.

I googled "How to write a resignation letter."

I needed it to be professional yet poignant, maybe squeeze a severance package out of Julian. After all, I worked hard.