Broken Heart

All their friends knew Camilla Learmond was totally smitten with Leopold Wipere.

She was so into him that she basically had no life of her own, no personal space, and wished she could spend every single second of the day with him.

Every time they split, she'd come crawling back within three days, begging to get back together.

Anyone else might say "break up," but not Camilla.

That day was the birthday bash for Camilla's good friend, Oliver Johnson.

No one saw it coming when Leopold showed up with his new girl.

When Leopold rolled in with his new chick, Amara Scott, the party went dead silent, and all eyes were on Camilla.

After all, Camilla was supposed to be Leopold's girl!

Camilla stopped peeling a tangerine, forcing a smile. "Why's everyone so quiet? Why you all staring at me?"

"Camilla." Her friends shot her worried looks.

Everyone knew how head over heels Camilla was for Leopold, and now that he brought another girl to the party, she had to be crushed.

Leopold, though, didn't give a damn about Camilla's feelings. He cozied up to Amara, plopped down on the couch, and ignored Camilla as he said to Oliver, "Happy birthday, Oliver."

He was so brazen about it, acting as if nothing had happened.

Camilla didn't lose her cool; it was Oliver's birthday, and she didn't want to cause a scene.

She got up to leave. "I'm hitting the restroom."

Camilla hadn't gone far when she heard voices behind her, "Leopold, Camilla's here. Didn't I tell you beforehand? Why did you still bring your new girl?"

"Seriously, Leopold, this is too much."

"Whatever." Leopold looked totally unfazed. He let go of Amara's slim waist and lit a cigarette.

In the rising smoke, he grinned, like a player who thought life was just a game.

Camilla calmly finished in the restroom. While touching up her makeup, she looked at herself in the mirror and gave a bitter smile.

Leopold didn't care about her at all, didn't care about her feelings, so why should she keep loving him?

It was time to end things with Leopold!

Camilla took a deep breath and made up her mind.

When Camilla got back to the party, she saw something that made her heart sink even more.

Right then, Leopold was making out with his new girl, Amara, in front of everyone.

Camilla felt a sharp pain. Was this the guy she had loved for six years?

At that moment, it all just felt like a cruel joke.

"Camilla's back," someone whispered.

Everyone turned to look.

Someone started to explain, "Camilla, don't sweat it. Leopold's just messing around with this chick; he still loves you..."

Leopold cut in, looking at Camilla. "Since everyone's here, I'll just say it."

"Camilla, I'm done with us. I don't love you anymore. Let's break up!"

Camilla clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, but she didn't seem to feel any pain.

Six years of love, and it ended with "I don't love you anymore. Let's break up."

Leopold turned to his new girl and said, "Amara's a great girl. I want to marry her!"

Camilla nodded numbly. "Okay."

"Even though we're breaking up, we can still be friends. If you ever need anything, you can still come to me," Leopold said.

"No need," Camilla forced a smile. "Since we're breaking up, let's not contact each other anymore. It's only fair to your new girl."

Leopold raised an eyebrow, looking a bit surprised. Based on what he knew about Camilla, she should be begging him not to break up. Why was she so calm?

"Oliver," Camilla looked at Oliver, and said, "Happy birthday. Everyone have fun. I'm out. The plate of tangerines on the table, I peeled them. Enjoy, don't waste them."

Leopold didn't like eating fruit, except for tangerines.

But he was super picky; he wouldn't touch them unless every bit of the white stuff was gone.

Over the years, to make sure he got his daily dose of vitamins, Camilla would peel the tangerines, clean them up, and place them on a plate right in front of him.

Leopold couldn't help but say, "I'll have the driver take you home."

Camilla shot back coldly, "No need, I called a car."

Oliver offered, "Camilla, I'll walk you to the door."

Camilla waved him off and turned to leave.

Watching Camilla's retreating figure, everyone started to chatter, "Leopold, I think Camilla's really pissed this time. Shouldn't you go and apologize to her?"

"No way, no way."

"Exactly! How many times have they fought? Every time, Camilla comes back like nothing happened after a few days."

"This time, I bet within five days, Camilla will come back to Leopold, asking to get back together."

Leopold grinned confidently. "Camilla can't be without me for a day. I bet she'll come back to me within three hours, begging to get back together!"

"That's right, the whole world knows Camilla is crazy in love with Leopold."

"Man, I'm so jealous. Why can't I find a girl who's that devoted to me?"

"Can you compare to Leopold? He's handsome and loaded!"

"True, haha."

When Camilla got back to the villa, it was already early morning.

She spent half an hour packing her stuff.

She had lived there for three years, and now she could pack everything she needed into a small suitcase.

She didn't take the fancy clothes in the walk-in closet or the jewelry she had never worn.

The only thing she regretted was those books.

But it was okay; the content was in her head, so she didn't need them anymore.

Her gaze swept over the dressing table, and Camilla walked over to open a drawer.

Inside was a check for fifty million dollars.

Under the check was a document—the Deed of Assignment for Plot 3-5, No. 72, East Suburb.

Even though it was in the suburbs, it was worth at least twenty million dollars.

Leopold had signed them both. He had left them there during one of their previous breakups, confident that Camilla wouldn't dare to take them because taking them would mean the relationship was truly over.

Six years for seventy million dollars?

Camilla suddenly felt it wasn't a bad deal.

How many women could get such a large sum as compensation for their youth?

She put them into her bag.

Since he gave them, why not take them?

The love was gone, but at least there was money.

She wasn't a fool.

"Hello, is this the cleaning company? Do you take urgent orders?"

"...Yes, a thorough cleaning. I'll pay extra."

Camilla left the keys in the foyer, got into a taxi, and headed straight to her bestie Juniper Russell's house.

On the way, the cleaning lady called again to confirm.

"Miss, are you sure you don't want any of these things?"

"Yes, handle them as you see fit."

She hung up.

When Leopold got home, it was already late at night. The cleaning crew had long finished and left.

The strong perfume on him gave him a headache. He loosened his collar and planned to sit on the sofa, but he fell asleep there.

The next morning, he woke up to the familiar sound of dishes clinking in the kitchen.

He lifted the blanket and sat up, rubbing his temples and reaching for a water glass.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed nothing, his hand pausing above the coffee table.

Then he smirked and thought, 'She came back, covered me with a blanket, but didn't make me a hangover soup? She just can't give up on me after all these years, can she?'

Leopold got up. "You'd better..."

"Mr. Wipere, you're awake?"

"Mira?"

"Please wash up first, breakfast will be ready in two minutes. By the way, were you cold while sleeping? I turned on the heater and added an extra blanket just in case."

"Okay."