Page 48 of The Con Artist


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“Out of the clear blue, he broke up with me. And the worst part,” she looked at me with mascara-stained eyes, “he did it over the phone while he was in Seattle. I just can’t seem to get over him.”

“I’m not surprised.” I shook my head. “How long were you dating?”

“Six months. He was the man of my dreams and he did nothing but crush them.” She laid her head on my shoulder.

“Ugh. I’m so sorry. Did he say why he broke things off?”

“He said he wasn’t happy and that I couldn’t understand that his career came first. He was always working. All I wanted was to spend time with him. Was that so much to ask?” She looked up at me.

“No, sweetie. Not at all.”

“Then he told me that I was a whiny little child and I only cared about what I wanted.”

“What a jerk.”

“You know what the sad part is?” She lifted her head and blew her nose. “I would take him back in a second. Even though he shattered my heart into tiny pieces, I still love him.”

This girl had some serious self-esteem issues.

“Do you really love him?” I asked.

“Of course I do. Why do you think I’m here? I was hoping to see him and maybe we could talk.”

“So you were going to beg him to give you a second chance?”

She swallowed hard. “Yes.”

I shook my head as I got up from the couch and paced around the room.

“Greta, let me ask you something. Have you ever been with a wealthy man before Gabriel?”

“No.”

“So when the two of you got together, you thought it was amazing that a man like him would fall for a girl like you?”

She looked at me with her sad puppy brown eyes. “How dare you.”

“That wasn’t an insult, darling. What I’m trying to say is that you never thought in a million years that a wealthy and sexy man would fall for you. Am I correct?”

“I guess.”

“What type of men did you date before Gabriel?”

She shrugged. “Just typical guys. There was a construction worker, a paramedic, and a store manager.”

“So just ordinary guys. Probably cute, but not overly hot. Made an average salary. Perhaps enough to buy you a small house in the suburbs with a cute little white picket fence. Guys who worked nine to five and could spend all the time in the world with you? The type of men you only felt you deserved? Feel free to stop me if I’m wrong.”

“So far, you’re right.” She nodded.

“Then along came Cousin Gabriel. Gorgeous, sexy, and rich. He made you feel like a million dollars when you only felt like you were worth a hundred. The thought that a man like him could fall for you was intoxicating. Finally, a man you could rub into your family and friend’s faces, to show them that Greta Stevens was someone special and that a man like Gabriel wanted her.”

“What the hell is going on here?” Gabriel snapped as he walked into the room. “Greta, what are you doing here?”

I put my hand up to stop him from talking.

“It’s clear that you’ve broken this poor girl’s heart with your ball-less way of breaking up with her. Over the phone, Gabriel? Really?” I narrowed my eye at him.

“This is none of your business, Kate. Go upstairs!”

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