My Ex Sued Me for the Account We Built Together Chapter 03
Summer rolled her eyes and went back to filming. I looked down at the first new video Tyler Wilson had posted since going solo. He openly confirmed his relationship with Riley Bennett and changed up his filming style. The new video showed the two of them enjoying a sweet trip together.
In the comments, some fans said the videos had lost their original charm and said they were unfollowing him. Others left supportive messages, cheering him on as he started a new chapter. I liked a comment that read: [You guys broke up. Why are you still using the old Ty&Sha name?]
A few handsome guys came over to hit on me and offered to buy me drinks, but I turned them all down politely.
Tyler, however, was clearly off his game. He kept flubbing his takes, as if something was distracting him. His gaze drifted toward me more than once.
Riley finally snapped and marched right up to me. “You just won’t leave him alone, even after the breakup? Can’t you take a hint and leave us alone?”
I looked up, my expression cold. “I can go wherever I want. Mind your own business. You’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”
“Besides, that whole “amicable split” line was just a lie to fool your fans. We both know exactly what really went on. Do I really need to spell it out for everyone?”
Riley’s face went pale. She opened her mouth to argue, but Tyler held her back. He glanced at me. “We didn’t think we’d run into you here. You always turned down our vacation invites, saying you were swamped.”
I let out a bitter scoff. “And that’s all thanks to you. Now that I’m unemployed, I’ve got all the time in the world.”
His face darkened. I didn’t give him a chance to respond and walked away.
Our breakup had been ugly from the start. Back then, I’d been swamped coordinating work schedules with brand partners. I’d pulled countless late nights to wrap everything up early, hoping to carve out a few days to join him on a beach vacation. Before I could even tell him my plans, someone sent me photos: Tyler had been spotted wandering the shoreline with a female follower.
My hands trembled around my coffee cup, though I tried to keep my composure. “Why?”
He just frowned. “I’m burnt out. Being with her makes me happy. I don’t have to walk on eggshells trying to manage your moods anymore. Let’s end this. You can keep the house, the cars and all the cash. All I want is the page.”
I almost laughed through my tears. “Do you realize how much of myself I poured into this page? It’s full of all our memories over the years.”
He was quiet for a long moment before answering. “Face it—this page would’ve gone nowhere without me.”
I stared at him. This was the same man who’d once sworn he’d take care of me for the rest of his life. Now we had wound up facing each other in court. The irony was brutal.
Later that evening, Summer asked me to go snorkeling. As I walked past Tyler, he frowned like he wanted to say something but held back. Then he reached out and grabbed my wrist.
“Are you crazy? You can’t handle open water. What on earth are you doing out here?”
I pulled my arm free and spoke flatly. “Don’t concern yourself with me. I can swim now.”
Tyler froze, and I kept walking.
When I was a little girl, my father promised to love me forever. But when a flash flood hit, he swam off without a second glance to reach his former lover, abandoning my mother and me completely. Ever since then, open water became my deepest trauma.
I’d started dating Tyler years later, during a school trip. I slipped and fell into the ocean, and he raced over without hesitating to pull me to safety.
“Sharon,” he said, “as long as I’m here, I’ll protect you for the rest of your life.”
During the six months of our legal battle over the page, Tyler called off all his filming commitments and refused to work. Instead, he traveled the world with Riley, carefree. Meanwhile, I was stuck dealing with endless breach-of-contract lawsuits—and squeezing in time to learn how to swim. Even when I shook from terror, my teeth chattering, as I sank beneath the water’s surface, I told myself firmly: Sharon, the only person you can ever rely on in this world is yourself.
