Mocked at the Reunion, Revealed as the Billionaire

Ten years ago, I told her I loved her.

She said she felt the same, but we were too young. We'd wait. We'd both get into the Ivy League, and then we'd figure it out.

A few days later, she climbed into a rich kid's car. I ran to stop her. She got out, looked at me, and said, cold as stone：“Your love is worthless. Richard Gilbert can make me somebody. Even if all he wants is to play with me and throw me away, I'd rather be his toy living in luxury than be loved by someone whose love isn't worth a thing.”