Only a Paid Lover，Yet He Broke Down After I Left

I've been Grant Walton's kept woman for five years. Everyone in his social circle says I'm hopelessly in love with him. For his sake, I learn how to cook and arrange flowers. I even learn how to smile the way another woman does. Even when his first love comes back and humiliates me in public, I do not fight back. I only stand there, my eyes red, acting as if I would rather swallow every bit of the shame than take a single step away from him. Grant seems perfectly satisfied with that. He believes I can't live without him. What he doesn't know is that this is just a job for me. My monthly pay is 500,000 dollars, with full benefits and a year-end bonus. Only an idiot would quit a deal like that. Just a moment ago, I check the calendar. There are only three days left before my five-year contract ends. This miserable job is finally coming to an end!