My Rich Ex Tried to Ruin My Gym—Until He Learned I’m a $3 Billion Heir

Part 2

The silence in the gym was so heavy you could hear the faint, electrical buzzing of the overhead fluorescent lights.

Sarah stared blankly at the thick financial dossier resting on the front desk.

Her exhausted eyes slowly traced the printed numbers that proved I was the sole heir to a three-billion-dollar tech empire.

Her hands shook violently as she looked up at me, the deep betrayal painfully clear in her tear-filled eyes.

Craig laughed aloud, a harsh, grating sound that echoed aggressively off the wall-to-wall mirrors.

He relentlessly mocked me for playing the undercover prince, loudly claiming my entire relationship with Sarah was nothing but a sick, twisted joke.

I opened my mouth to explain, desperate to make her understand why I had to hide my identity.

Before I could even form the words to defend myself, Megan violently pushed her way past Craig and grabbed my arm.

Her sudden, drastic shift in demeanor was absolutely nauseating to witness.

She smiled sweetly, her manicured fingers digging possessively into my bicep as she whispered that she always knew I was destined for greatness.

Megan practically begged me to take her back, instantly abandoning Craig the very second she saw my true, verified net worth on paper.

I forcefully pulled my arm away from her tight grip, feeling utterly disgusted by her blatant, unapologetic greed.

Sarah took a slow step back, tightly wrapping her arms around herself as if to shield her fragile heart from further damage.

She angrily accused me of treating her difficult, struggling life like a temporary playground for a bored rich kid.

Her sharp words hit me harder than any physical blow in the boxing ring ever could.

I realized right then and there that my hidden wealth wasn’t a blessing; it was a toxic poison that actively destroyed everything I genuinely cared about.

Craig smirked again, arrogantly declaring that my secret proxy bid for the gym was just a pathetic drop in the bucket for a spoiled billionaire.

He loudly promised to completely ruin me anyway, wildly confident that his ruthless corporate lawyers could find a shady loophole to nullify the real estate sale.

That man bragged that the building would still be his by morning.

I took a deep, steadying breath, knowing exactly what I had to do to definitively prove him wrong and hopefully win back Sarah’s shattered trust.

Personally, I reached into my worn canvas duffel bag and pulled out a thick, legally binding document.

I slammed it onto the reception desk right next to Craig’s invasive investigative dossier.

It was a fully drafted, irrevocable deed of absolute donation.

I grabbed a cheap plastic pen and firmly signed my name on the dotted line without a single moment of hesitation.

With a few simple strokes of ink, I legally transferred every single penny of my three-billion-dollar trust fund to a massive global charity foundation.

Megan let out a piercing scream of absolute horror, dramatically clutching her head as if she were experiencing severe physical pain.

She screamed that I was insane for throwing away an entire empire.

Craig stared blankly at the wet signature, his arrogant, victorious grin rapidly melting into a twisted mask of pure, unadulterated confusion.

I calmly handed the signed document to Brenda, the sharp corporate lawyer standing quietly by the door.

She adjusted her glasses, quickly scanned the legal jargon, and loudly confirmed to the room that it was completely airtight and legally effective immediately.

I was now officially, undeniably bankrupt.

Personally, I looked Craig dead in the eye and explained that my proxy transaction to buy the gym would bounce because the immense funds were no longer mine to spend.

I had essentially burned my own kingdom to the ground just to keep it out of his greedy hands.

He was furiously livid, his face turning a dangerously angry shade of purple as he fully realized I had just checkmated him by removing the board entirely.

That man stormed out of the gym, aggressively promising that I would deeply regret this idiotic decision.

I thought the war was finally over and that Sarah and I could start fresh from absolute zero.

But as Craig’s bulldozers rolled up to the gym the next morning, how was I supposed to stop them with exactly zero dollars in my bank account?