The Billion-Dollar Breakup: Confessions of a Former Doormat

Summary

Carter Brooks was picking up girls at a bar, and he called me over to foot the bill.

For three years, I had spent a staggering $10 million on him.

He had never even bought me a single iced latte.

He thought I was his ultimate doormat. He believed I would do whatever he wanted, forever.

That was, until a mechanical voice echoed in my mind: "One billion dollars in cash has been distributed. Mission complete. Detaching from host."

I knew I could finally leave him.

Later, Carter chased after me relentlessly.

He demanded to know why I wasn't treating him as well as I used to.