The CEO Babied the Wrong Woman

On the day of our engagement, my boyfriend, Henley Chatham, handed his assistant, Kiara Dalby, an unlimited black card—then set me up with a shared wallet. Daily limit: twenty bucks.

I laughed. Cold. Said no.

He called me materialistic—then spun around and made some grand confession to Kiara.

So I ended it. Right there.

Then I signed with a classified agency.

Five years later, Kiara and I crossed paths at a car wash.

I was in line when she whipped her car in and cut me off.

I couldn't dodge. Metal slammed—my whole front end wrecked.