She only wanted to hide her heartbreak. He only meant to play along. But when a desperate whisper at the airport, pretend to hug me, binds a broken woman to a billionaire stranger, what begins as an act of survival spirals into a love story powerful enough to defy betrayal, jealousy, and the weight of two very different worlds. Hello family. Welcome to True Life Stories.

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The small apartment smelled faintly of instant noodles and laundry detergent, but to her it was home. Susan stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the loose bun that always fell apart no matter how tightly she tied it. From the living room, her fiance’s voice rang out. excited, boyish, almost trembling with disbelief. They picked me. Out of all the applicants, me. Susan turned heart pounding.

What? Are you serious? Dave waved a contract in his hand as though it were a golden ticket. I got the gig. They’re paying more than I’ve ever made in my entire life. Baby, this is it. Our breakthrough. Her hands flew to her mouth, tears already welling. She had prayed for this moment, dreamed of it during every night they counted coins to pay rent.

She ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. I knew it. I told you things would change. We deserve this. The weeks that followed were dizzying. Expensive dinners replaced late night noodles. Dave came home with new clothes, sleek watches, and a confidence that made strangers turn their heads. She celebrated every success as though it were her own, quietly grateful that their years of sacrifice were finally paying off.

But one evening, barely a month later, she noticed something different in his eyes. Cold, detached, he sat across from her at a restaurant she would never have stepped foot in before, swirling the wine in his glass as though it mattered more than her smile. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, his tone casual, almost rehearsed. her chest tightened.

About what? Dave leaned back, scanning the glittering chandelier above them instead of looking at her. Us? Susan fork clattered against the plate. What do you mean us? He sighed as though the conversation bored him. I’ve grown. My life is changing. I’m not the same man I was. I deserve better. Someone who matches my level now. The words hit like stones hurled at her chest.

She stared at him, mouth open, unable to breathe. Better after everything. After all we’ve been through. You wouldn’t understand. He cut her off, sharp and dismissive. You’re holding me back. I can’t stay in this small life anymore. Her vision blurred, hot tears threatening to spill in the middle of the lavish restaurant.

She wanted to scream to remind him of the nights they had starved together, the promises he had whispered against her hair. But his expression told her everything. He had already moved on. That night, she didn’t cry in front of him. She saved it for when she got home, collapsing on the bed they had once shared. Her sobs were muffled against the pillow, raw and endless.

Days turned into weeks. Friends tried to cheer her up, but their words barely touched her grief. She went to work, forced smiles, came home, and cried until her body gave out. “Why wasn’t I enough?” she whispered to the silence of her room. But silence had no answers, only the steady ache of a broken heart. The airport buzzed with the rhythm of travelers, rolling suitcases clattering against tiles, children tugging at weary parents, voices overlapping in dozens of languages.

Susan adjusted the strap of her carry-on and walked briskly toward the exit. Glad to finally be home after the exhausting business trip. Her mind was already planning her evening. Shower, warm tea, maybe catching up on the series she had abandoned weeks ago when a familiar laugh pierced the air. Her chest tightened. That laugh.

She froze midstep, her heart hammering so violently it drowned out the chatter around her. Slowly, against her better judgment, she turned her head. There he was, her ex- fianceé, Dave. He looked almost the same, yet not the same at all. Dressed in a tailored jacket, his arm wrapped around a woman who could have stepped out of a magazine.

The fiance, the one he had chosen instead of her. Susan breath caught, and for a moment, the ground beneath her felt unsteady. They were walking toward her, toward her. Panic rose like wildfire. She couldn’t let him see her standing there alone, looking as though she had never recovered. Not when he looked so content. Her palms grew clammy, her throat dry.

Then, like a miracle, her eyes landed on him. A man tall, broad-shouldered, commanding the space around him without trying. His suit was nothing like the ones her ex wore. It wasn’t loud or showy, but its cut screamed wealth and refinement. He walked with calm certainty, phone in hand, as if he owned the very ground he stepped on.