From Heartbreak to Heiress: A Philanthropist's Rise

Ethan Bishop promised me a future seven times.

Seven times I pictured Napa weddings, picket fences, or at least a lease with both our names on it.

And seven times, his college "one that got away," Olivia Hayes, would drift back into San Francisco, and Ethan would suddenly need "space" or declare it "bad timing."

This time, he swore it would be different – a house in Mill Valley, a real future – once the funding round with Olivia's firm closed.

Then he breezed in, buzzing about a "critical pre-meeting dinner" with her.

I didn't scream, I didn't cry.