Billing My Ex For Success

The night my boyfriend got accepted into the country's top-tier law program, a notification lit up my phone screen in the dark.

A Zelle transfer. $10,000.

Later that night, Connor called me from an unfamiliar number. His voice, stripped of all the warmth I had known for three years, was flat and businesslike. "You're just a delivery girl. Ten grand is more than generous. We're square."

Before I could even process the words, a breathy, manicured voice drifted through the speaker. It was Madeline, the undisputed golden girl of his new cohort. "Connor, babe, don't waste your breath on her.