The Trouble with Runaway Brides

I should not still be hung up on my high school girlfriend.

I'm a billionaire, with a penthouse in New York City, a private plane, and was recently crowned one of Manhattan's most eligible bachelors.

She's engaged to my rival. A real prick of a guy whose family is about as famous as mine. So, pictures of the happy couple are plastered everywhere, and it's driving me insane.

The last time I spoke to her was my freshman year of college, and I never imagined I'd bump into her at a crowded restaur...