Millionaire Woman Swore Off Dating Forever, Then A Poor Dad at a Dog Park Made Forever Look Perfect
The Shattered Vow
The sound of a champagne glass shattering against marble flooring silenced the high society crowd gathered in Grace Remington’s sprawling Manhattan penthouse. All eyes turned to their hostess who stood frozen.
Her normally composed features twisted with fury. She stared at her now ex-fiancé and her former best friend tangled in each other’s arms in her private study.
“Get out,” Grace whispered, her voice gaining strength as she repeated the command. “All of you get out of my house right now.”
The engagement party meant to celebrate her upcoming marriage to venture capitalist Thomas Wellington dissolved into chaos. Guests hurriedly grabbed their belongings and fled from the wreckage of what was supposed to be a perfect evening.
Grace remained rooted to the spot. Thirty-five years of carefully constructed control kept her from completely falling apart in front of the retreating crowd.
Her assistant Mia approached cautiously. “Grace, do you want me to—” “I want everyone gone,” Grace said, her voice eerily calm.
She slipped off the four-karat diamond ring and placed it on a side table. “And Mia, cancel everything. The wedding, the honeymoon, all of it. I’m done.”
That night Grace made a vow to herself as she sat alone on her balcony overlooking Central Park. The lights of the city blurred through her tears.
Men had always seen her as a conquest. She was the beautiful tech CEO worth half a billion dollars who had revolutionized renewable energy technology with her company Remington Green Solutions.
Her wealth had been both a shield and a target. Three failed relationships with men who either wanted her money or couldn’t handle her success had taught her a painful lesson.
“No more,” she whispered to herself, the cool night air caressing her tear-stained face. “I’m never dating again.”
Six months later, Grace found herself considering a different kind of relationship. The sleek gray Weimaraner puppy gazed up at her with adoring eyes from behind the glass at the animal shelter.
“She’s a beauty, isn’t she?” The shelter worker said. “Four months old, already house-trained. Owner couldn’t keep her after losing their home.”
Something about the dog’s dignified yet vulnerable demeanor struck a chord with Grace. An hour later, she was driving back to her penthouse with her new companion, Luna, securely buckled in her Tesla.
“Just us girls from now on,” Grace told Luna as they rode the private elevator up to her penthouse. “We don’t need anyone else.”
