Billionaire's match novel

---- Chapter 437 Trey scrambled to speak again, forgetting pride, every word gritted through clenched teeth, as if ripped straight from his soul. "Khloe, | know I'm nothing right now... but | finally understand my feelings for you! Without you, | can't continue living! Please... don't treat me like this. Forgive me just this once, okay?" It wasn't that Khloe wanted him to stop-this time, it was Nick who paused. While everyone around was caught up in Trey's impassioned pleas, Khloe hadn't even been listening closely. Her attention had drifted, noticing Nick's gaze flick toward the side aisle.

"That's a new flavor of jelly, too." "Ah, yeah." Nick casually picked up the jelly and handed it to her, his eyes soft and warm as they lingered on her. "Khloe, what should we do?" "What?" Her eyes sparkled; she thought he was still jealous. "You love sweets so much. If you can't finish them, I'll eat them ---- with you. But... if | gain weight, what if you stop liking me?" His voice was gentle, but the concem in his words was unmistakable. He furrowed his brow, seriously pondering the question. Khloe laughed.

Before speaking, she teased him lightly, circling his waist with her hands and pressing gently. Then, in his startled gaze, she pulled him into a tight embrace. "No way," she murmured. "With all those abs, you can eat sweets for a lifetime and still be fine." "Stop it." Nick cleared his throat, a hint of blush coloring his ears. Just her touch sent heat surging up his body like a rising tide. They laughed and teased each other, walking quickly down the aisle. Behind them, Trey was utterly ignored. He felt the world spin.

Seeing Khloe genuinely walk away with that man, he tried to get up and follow, but the moment he stood, he collapsed forward. A nearby man caught him Even the woman next to him gave a pitying glance. "Young man, they're gone... Looks like you don't stand a chance. Don't humiliate yourself-just let it go." "Exactly. There's plenty of fish in the sea..." the man sighed. Other onlookers, moved by Trey's desperation, offered similar ---- words of consolation: don't cling to someone who's left. But every word was like a hammer against his pride, crushing him further. "Shut up!

You don't understand! All of you-get out of my way!" Trey stumbled, pushing past them, but when he tried to pursue Khloe, her figure was already gone. The supermarket security arrived shortly after, blocking him. "Sir, please do not disturb public order. Otherwise, we'll have no choice but to involve the police." It wasn't until deep into the night that Trey returned home, completely broken. The apartment was pitch dark. Though winter hadn't arrived, the air felt icy, gnawing at his teeth. He had no strength left.

Every injury he bore seemed to flare up at once, pain gnawing at his nerves inch by inch, He sat in Khloe's bedroom. The room was immaculate, but every corner reminded him of her presence, of the way she used to move through the space. Two months ago, they had been a loving couple. He had been ---- waiting for her to come home. And now... in the blink of an eye, she was someone else's wife.