I'm Not the Only One

I was so in love with him that maybe the perfection and cycle in our relationship was too perfect I got used to it and didn't see the imperfection of it being too perfect, it being too habitual.

Im broken, I was framed up and accused of cheating on my boyfriend of 5 years because of this jealous and obsessed bitch.

We did everything together, he knew everything about me. I thought he was "the one", my forever, my to be but now I see him happy with that conniving bitch doing our usual go to's. It hurts, it fucking hurts to see him happy without knowing I didn't do anything to betray him, I would never do that to him but its sad because he didnt trust me enough only for him to trust my sister even more. Yes that conniving obsessed bitch is my one and only sister. And I'm here wasting away my life not knowing what else to do.

So now I'm all alone abandoned by my family and friends, broke and now diagnosed that I have cancer. Life sucks. It fucking sucks you until your left with nothing.

I need money and I'm desparate. I still want to live and be alive again, I will do everything for me to get well again, to move on even if I dont even know where to start, even if I have to sell my body for me to stand up again.

Here she meets billionaire bachelor who needs a wife asap who would use her and in turn she so desperately will use.