At 28, I Was Dumped by a Rich Woman

I've been vain since I was little. My ultimate dream in life was to marry into a wealthy family. When I was nineteen, a rich woman offered me a chance.

At twenty-eight, I was kicked out.

But by then, I'd been spoiled rotten. I had no work experience and didn't want to take odd jobs. I couldn't forget the rich woman's mansion, luxury cars, and big money.

I had to find my next meal ticket, fast.

I was still as beautiful as ever in the mirror, but my age was awkward. Anyone trying to climb the social ladder by getting favors from the rich tends to worry about their looks and age.

Luckily, among lesbians, there was no shortage of younger women with a thing for older women, always lining up one after another.

She said she liked me.

She'd liked me for a long time, ever since we first met. She'd been waiting for me for years and years.

I looked into her sincere eyes and laughed so hard I could barely stand.

Someone had said those things to me before.

Still, I held on to her, tight, refusing to let go. I'd been spoiled rotten, and someone had to help me get out of this rut. She was young, and had some inexplicable desire to save me. She wouldn't leave until I escaped the shadow of my past and became a good person again.

Even though she was doing more than enough, I still couldn't forget the life I'd had before.

Lying in her arms, I asked, "Do you know how good I had it back then?"

I told her, "You keep saying you've always liked me, but you've dated other people too. I guess we're alike. Neither of us is particularly noble or virtuous."

"But you have to be good to me forever."

"Even if I keep longing for the past, even if I stop being young and beautiful, even if I'm lazy and vulgar and take all your kindness for granted."

It was no surprise that someone who could say those things would be abandoned again.

Synopsis and character names to be completed.

A protagonist who is exactly as incredible as she sounds.

I'll start when the collection reaches the target.

Theme: Stand on your own two feet