Ditching My Toxic Ex The Heiress Returns

My friends all warned me: no matter how desperate you are, never pick up a boyfriend at a bar. But that cute college boy on the dance floor was moving his hips so damn well. So, I took him home. I completely lost myself in the way Logan sweetly called me "babe" over and over again. I stopped clubbing. I stopped playing poker with my girls. Instead, I stayed home every single day, cooking him gourmet soups. But on my birthday, I overheard him talking about me with his roommates. "Damn, man. You actually got the legendary heartbreaker of the arts district to settle down for you." "So, who moans better? The wild party girl Chloe, or your sweet, innocent college girl Hailey?" "If it were me, I’d choose Hailey. She’s so pure and clean." Logan smacked the guy on the back of his head. "Hands off Hailey. If you really want someone, I can give you that ancient vulture, Chloe." I sneered in the dark. When he loved me, I was his beautiful babe. Now that he didn't, I was just an "ancient vulture." "Chloe is just someone to satisfy my needs. Who would actually marry a girl who used to play around like her?" "Logan is a genius. He played the innocent college boy so well that even she fell for it." "What kind of decent woman spends all her time in clubs anyway? She doesn't deserve to be taken seriously." Everyone turned to Logan, who had been quiet. Logan took a cold sip of his beer. "I hate girls like her the most. Cheap, fake, and running around with every guy they see." "Chloe is the dumbest girl I’ve ever met." "The funniest part? After we started dating, she actually tried to act like a sweet, innocent housewife in front of me. It makes me sick just thinking about it." The room burst into loud laughter. "You really got it figured out, man. Use Chloe for physical stuff, and save your real romance for Hailey." "Shh, don't mention Hailey! Logan might hit you. Logan and Hailey are doing the whole 'pure, sweet love' thing." "Hey, Logan, when you get tired of Chloe, can you introduce her to me? She’s a total ten." Logan let out a cold laugh. "I’m already tired of her. I'll send you her contact card right now." I stood just outside the VIP room door, my hands trembling as I lit a cigarette. Since I started dating Logan, he said he hated the smell of smoke. So, I threw away all my cigarettes and replaced them with lollipops. Just because Logan once said, "You’re getting sweeter and more obedient," I happily tied on an apron and cooked for him every day. "Logan really trained Chloe like a loyal dog. Remember when he said he had a stomach ache? She literally caught the next flight back from another city overnight just to take care of him." "Where else can you find such an obedient girlfriend?" They laughed, treating my devotion as a giant joke. Logan added, his voice completely devoid of warmth, "Chloe doesn't deserve to be treated with respect." I stared at Logan through the cracked door. He was bragging and laughing with his frat bros. He seemed to have completely forgotten how he had begged me to be his girlfriend in the first place. The first time Logan saw me, I was at a high-end club, playing party games with a group of hot male models. He walked straight up to me and asked to take me out. I laughed in his face. "I don't date younger boys." But Logan didn't give up. He showed up at the club every single day just to get my attention, until one day, I got annoyed and yelled his name. He smiled like a golden retriever. "I didn't think you'd actually remember my name." I rolled my eyes. "I’m not interested in little boys who don't even know how to move." Logan immediately unbuttoned his shirt, walked straight onto the dance floor, and started dancing. The entire club went wild. He walked back to me, showing off his rock-hard abs, and whispered, "Can we date now, beautiful?" I had shut my heart off after my last ex scammed me out of my money and feelings. So, the more Logan tried to please me, the more I ignored him. Until one night, I saw some guys humiliating Logan at a bar, forcing him to chug drinks. I couldn't stand it and stepped in to save him. After that, his puppy-dog eyes followed me everywhere. He kept begging me to take him in, calling me the sweetest things. My heart finally melted. But looking back now, it just felt pathetic. I walked back home, feeling completely drained. I looked at my bare, makeup-free face in the mirror. I had changed so much for Logan. I thought he came into my life with pure love. It turned out to be nothing but sweet poison. Not long after I got home, Logan walked in smelling strongly of alcohol. The moment he entered, he wrapped his arms around my waist. "You smell so good, babe." He buried his face in my neck, sniffing. His touch only made me remember everything I had just heard. Logan had never introduced me to his friends. He refused to post me on his social media. He barely even held my hand in public. The only time he showed any passion was in bed. I shoved his hands away. Right. He had told his friends I was only good for one thing. I wasn't worthy of his respect. Suddenly, a notification popped up on my phone. A friend request. I held the screen up to his face. "Why is your friend trying to add me?" Logan pulled me onto his lap casually. "Didn't you say you wanted to meet my friends?" I pointed at the message attached to the request: Let's slide into bed tonight, sexy. "What does this mean?" I asked, my voice cold. Logan just laughed it off. "Oh, he’s just messing with you. It’s a joke." My heart ached intensely. He talked about me like I was a cheap hooker to his friends. How could I expect them to respect me? Right around midnight, Logan's phone buzzed. The second he saw the screen, he practically threw me off his lap. He held his phone with both hands, a genuine, sweet smile spreading across his face as he typed. I didn't even need to look to know who it was. Hailey. The girl he wanted to have a "pure love" with. It must have been so exhausting for him. Acting like a doting boyfriend to an "ancient vulture" like me at home, while keeping his precious angel happy on the side. I walked into the bedroom, locking the door behind me along with my breaking heart. I pulled out my phone and texted my dad. "Dad, I’m done with this stupid relationship." "I’m coming back home in three days to take over the family business." My dad instantly replied with a relieved smiling emoji. I went to Logan's profile on Snapchat and untoppled his chat, removing him from my favorites. I wiped the tears from my face. Logan thought I was a cheap player. He thought I didn't deserve to be loved. Fine. I was strong enough to love him, and I was strong enough to drop him.Logan didn't sleep in our bedroom that night. The next morning, I found him asleep on the desk in the study. The desk was covered with colorful hand-folded origami paper stars and a pink envelope. His fingers were still stained with ink. I let out a self-deprecating laugh. Obviously, these weren't for me. He must have stayed up all night preparing this for Hailey. Meanwhile, every gift he had ever given me was either lingerie or adult toys. Without exception. I forced back the tears threatening to spill. I took a glass of water and poured it directly over his carefully prepared gifts, watching the pink paper turn into a soggy mess. The noise woke Logan up. When he saw his ruined work, his face flushed with pure rage. "Chloe, are you fucking crazy?! Do you have any idea how long I spent making those?" He grabbed my shoulders and shook me violently, nearly dislodging my unshed tears. "What, are you jealous?" Then he realized I wasn't supposed to know about Hailey. He let out a cold scoff. "I... I was trying to make a surprise for you." I smiled bitterly. He really thought I was an idiot. But then again, I was the one who had trusted him blindly. I never pried into his life. I believed every single lie he told me. That was why he dared to lie so blatantly. I picked up one of the wet paper stars and slowly unfolded it. I read the words written inside aloud: "Hailey, I will keep every promise I made to you." I read it word by word, mocking him, and mocking myself. Logan furiously snatched it back. "Chloe, your behavior is disgusting. You have no respect for other people's feelings." He slammed the door and stormed out. My heart felt empty, but at the same time, I felt a strange sense of relief. The more I pushed his buttons, the more his true, ugly self came out. The faster he showed his true colors, the faster I could get over him. Soon, the guy who added me on Snapchat sent me a message. “Hey beautiful, down for tonight?” “Logan doesn't want you anymore. He’s planning to propose to his college sweetie, Hailey, tonight.” Attached was a screenshot of Hailey's private Instagram story. It was a candid photo of the two of them studying in the library. Logan was wearing his basketball jersey, and Hailey had her hair in cute pigtails. They looked like the perfect high school sweethearts. I replied coldly: “Sure, let’s meet.” My reply was immediately screenshotted by the creep and sent to Logan as a trophy. A minute later, my phone rang. It was Logan, screaming in a rage. "Chloe! You just can't keep your legs closed, can you? I’m not even dead yet, and you’re already booking rooms with other men?!" I lit a cigarette with trembling fingers to calm my nerves. "Where are you right now? Who are you with?" Silence fell over the other end of the line. Then, he hung up. The answer was obvious. The creep sent me the address of a local VIP lounge, and I drove over. After all, in this city, no one actually dared to mess with me once they knew who my father was. I walked into the dimly lit VIP booth. A crowd of college kids was drinking and singing. Sitting right in the center of the couch were Logan and Hailey. Hailey looked nervous and out of place, her innocent look clashing heavily with the wild party atmosphere. When Logan saw me walk in, a flash of panic crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by deep disgust. The creep waved me over, and I sat down gracefully next to him. They started playing a drinking game. The bottle spun and landed on Hailey. She had to choose "dare." The dare was to kiss any guy in the room. Hailey glanced at me, clearly aware of who I was. Instead of choosing a guy, she grabbed a shot of tequila and chugged it. Her face turned bright red instantly. Logan immediately snatched the rest of the alcohol from her hand, looking deeply protective. "You don't have to do this when I’m here." I stared at them, dazed. Logan had a weak stomach, and in the past, I was always the one who drank for him. I didn't want him to ruin his health, so I never let him touch hard liquor. I had taken countless drinks for him, but I had never seen that look of concern in his eyes. All he ever did was look at me with smirk and whisper in my ear, “Babe, you’re such a good drinker.” Logan finished the penalty drink for Hailey, his brows furrowed in pain. I stood up and quietly walked out of the room. At this point, I was absolutely sure I had no feelings left for him. I only felt disgusted. Two more days. Then, I would leave this city for good.I had barely stepped out of the lounge when the creep, Jax, followed me out. "Hey, beautiful. It was way too loud in there. We didn't even get to talk." As he spoke, his hand slid toward my waist. I was just about to use my high heel to stomp his foot into pieces when Logan and Hailey walked out of the booth. Logan looked at Jax's hand on me with utter disdain. He walked over to me. "Wow, Chloe. You really have no standards, do you?" "Hailey just told me she saw Jax follow you out. She was worried you two might get too drunk and do something stupid." "But look at you. You’re not even drunk, and you’re already throwing yourself at him." "Can you not survive a single day without a man?" "You've always been loose, but seeing you act like this while you’re still my girlfriend makes me want to throw up." Jax, bolstered by the alcohol, whined, "Wait, Logan. Didn't you say you were tired of her and promised to hand her over to me?" I folded my arms, waiting to see how Logan would answer. Who was the real disgusting one here? Logan punched Jax square in the face, sending him scrambling to the floor. Then, Logan slammed his fist against the wall right next to my head. "Yes, I gave him your contact. But if you were actually a decent girl, you wouldn't have met up with him!" "It was just a small test, and you showed your true colors immediately." "Three years of dating, and you’re still the same trash." Hailey pulled Logan back with all her strength. "Chloe, I honestly thought you weren't a bad person deep down. I didn't expect you to degrade yourself like this." Logan leaned into Hailey’s hold obediently, and Hailey prepared to lead him away. "Wait." I stepped forward and slid a hotel room key card into Hailey’s hand. "You don't know Logan at all. This is what he actually wants to do with you tonight." Logan’s eyes widened in fury when he saw the key card. "Chloe! How dare you insult Hailey!" "She is nothing like you!" I unlocked my phone and pulled up a video Jax had sent me earlier. It was a video of Logan and Hailey passionately kissing in the back of a car, looking completely lost in each other. Hailey's face went pale, and she shrank back. I sneered. "Why are we all pretending to be saints here?" Seeing Hailey’s pale face, Logan stepped in front of her. "If you have a problem, deal with me!" Suddenly, Hailey’s sweet demeanor vanished. She pointed a finger at my face and spat, "Chloe, you are so pathetic. Logan despises you. We've all seen the videos of you two in bed." "We heard how you begged him. We know exactly what you look like naked." Logan's friends, hearing the commotion, all came out of the lounge. They stood around, whispering and snickering at me. Jax shuffled over and shoved a printed glossy card into my hand. It was a sexy photo of me wearing lace lingerie. It was a photo Logan had begged and pleaded with me to take for him a year ago. Jax smirked. "Chloe, I really love your body. You’re hot. I actually bought a whole set of your private photos." "Cost me a pretty penny, too."