After I lost my job, I started scrolling job listings online and hit a post. [What's the fastest way for a woman to make money?] One reply had rocketed to the top. Top comment: [Get a sugar daddy, obviously. Mine gives me $20,000 a month. Remembers my favorite foods, even keeps track of when my period's due. Only catch is his s*x drive is off the charts. Keeps me up half the night, every night—but he's gorgeous!] Somebody asked: A: [Where do you even find a Daddy like that? He single?] She wrote back: SweetPeach_Lily: [He's got a fiancée, but he hasn't touched her in forever. Says she's a dead fish in bed. Cold, boring, no fun at all.] SweetPeach_Lily: [As for how we met—he ran me over with his car in Sunhaven earlier this year.] My breath snagged. My fiancé, Rowan Cavendish, had hit a girl with his car too, on that March trip to Sunhaven. My fingertips went cold as I kept scrolling. SweetPeach_Lily: [Told him I wasn't feeling great today, so he ditched the fiancée and took me shopping at Chanel!] The photo with it showed a man and a woman with their fingers laced together. A fresh cut on the man's index finger. Exact same spot as the cut Rowan had gotten slicing grapefruit for me that morning.