Dear Mr. Lashton,

  I am informing you that I am moving away. I know, I know, I said I’d let you be my sugar daddy for the next couple of years. But I really, really, want to move on. I got my own job at an insurance company. So, Mr. Lanston, I am moving on from you.

  I also want to find my own love. I don't think I love you, since you’d just see me as your housemaid and use me however you want, even if I say no. When you are reading this, I have already left your house. I am not telling you where I am, and I got a new phone with a new number so you cannot track me.

  This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

  Also, I did know you were tracking me, you dumbass. Didn’t even ask if you could either? Not only where you my sugar daddy, but you were my fiance. And then you tracked me and cheated on me. You are now dead to me, so go die in a fucking hole, okay?

  Goodbye, Samantha Yoshida