I Bought My Ex's Empire

My fiancé, Conrad Langdon, treated social interaction like a personal offense.

His phone was set to a permanent Do Not Disturb. He never attended industry galas, never lingered for after-work drinks, and avoided anything that required an ounce of performative charm. When our parents were supposed to meet for the first time over a formal dinner, he simply wired me five thousand dollars to cover the reservation and never showed up. He canceled our engagement party with a single dismissive wave of his hand, calling it an exhausting charade of small talk.