I suddenly looked up, surprised to see Aaron not far away, his eyes hazy from the alcohol. When he saw me, the usual cold arrogance and composed demeanor were completely gone. Instead, he gave a slightly dazed smile. Aaron walked toward me. Before I knew it, I was pulled into his arms. His familiar scent, now mixed with the faint aroma of alcohol, surrounded me. His words were slurred, but I understood them perfectly. “Claire… I’m so glad I finally get to be with you.” After leaving the bar, the air inside the car was thick with the smell of alcohol. I settled Aaron into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt. But in just those few moments, he wasn’t behaving himself. “Claire… Claire.” He half-opened his eyes, looked at me, and smiled again. Then, a kiss landed gently on my forehead. My cheeks flushed crimson as I clutched my forehead and quickly retreated to the driver’s seat. How unbelievable. "Aaron, just wait. Tomorrow, you’ll be so embarrassed you’
Opening Nicolas Cleave's profile, I only found a few scattered complaints, but it was enough for me to guess his identity."She got her nails done again today. My mom said women like this are impossible to live with. Who knows if those things might affect having kids.""So, what if she earns a bit of money? Even her boss at the company looks at her weirdly. Who knows what kind of nonsense she’s been doing behind my back."Scrolling through these posts, I couldn’t help but laugh out of anger.This was probably a burner account Nicolas had created just to insult me. We had been dating for a year, and the account's earliest post was from ten months ago. I had to give him credit for keeping up the pretense for so long while holding so much resentment toward me.After comforting the people tagging me for this, I closed the app.Just then, Nicolas messaged me."Baby, New Year's coming up. Do you want to spend it at my place? My parents are looking forward to meeting you."I casually replied,
Nicolas immediately softened his tone.“Ah, a ten-thousand-dollar gift is fine, but let’s make it seventeen thousand—sounds better that way.”I couldn’t help but laugh. I was certain he not only believed me but would keep pushing for more. "By the way, baby, I lent some of my money to a friend for their business. I don’t have much left right now, so you’ll need to book the flights first." "Huh?" He sounded annoyed. "Why would you lend money to someone without talking to me first? We’re going to get married eventually. Something this big should be discussed with me, don’t you think?" "Nicolas, it’s my money. We’re not married yet, and you think you can control what I do with it?" He paused for a moment, probably realizing my tone had turned sour. "Baby, are you upset? I’m just thinking about our future here. We’re going to need money for a house, a car, and day-to-day expenses. You know I’m working on my business right now. Besides, who’s this friend? A lot of people borro
But unexpectedly, the "capitalist" decided to show a bit of kindness. "I don’t need you for work. Where are you going?" I replied honestly, "Heading home with my boyfriend for a visit." I hadn’t dealt with Nicolas, so I didn’t want to reveal anything just yet. If word spread at work, it wouldn’t look good for me. Besides, I had a few good friends in the office, and if they found out, they’d probably be furious. I didn’t want their holidays ruined by him. "..." Aaron sent a bunch of dots. I thought that was the end of the conversation, but he sent another message. "You two... aren’t married yet, right?" The fact that my boss was prying into my personal life caught me off guard. Still, considering our history, I could technically call myself his senior from our university days. Maybe this wasn’t too inappropriate. "That’s right." Even though my thoughts were running wild, I still kept my reply straightforward. "Then isn’t it a bit inappropriate to spend the holidays
The two of them went into the kitchen, whispering about who knows what. I sat on a chair nearby and shot Nicolas’ little brother a stern glare. The little brat, growing bolder by the second, actually tried to hit me. I wasn’t about to let that slide. I grabbed his arm and sent him sprawling onto the floor. He glared at me viciously and spat out, “Just you wait!” A moment later, a piercing shriek tore through the air—so loud it seemed to rattle the walls—yet not a single tear stained his cheeks. It was all for show. Hearing the commotion, his mother came rushing out of the kitchen. “What happened, sweetheart? Who hurt you?” The little brat, still pretending to wipe the non-existent tears, pointed straight at me. I saw her face darken, but before she could say anything, Nicolas quickly stepped in and tugged her back. “Stop making things up. Why would your sister-in-law bully you? Get up and go wait in your room until dinner.” Her words felt strained, and it wasn’t h
Oh, so this was their way of asking for money? “What gift?” “You didn’t forget what we talked about yesterday, did you?” Nicolas’ face darkened. I put on a look of sudden realization. “Oh! Right, I remember now.” Pulling out my phone, I pretended to take a call. “Yes, okay. Just leave it at the door.” Nicolas’ mother immediately assumed I had brought more gifts and broke into a delighted smile as she hurried to open the door. “Oh, you’re so thoughtful! Coming all this way and still bringing gifts.” I smiled politely. “Just a little something, ma’am. No need to thank me.” A few seconds later, Nicolas’ mother returned, her expression sour, carrying a carton of milk. When Nicolas saw what she was holding, his face fell as well. “This is the gift you prepared?” I casually crossed one leg over the other and replied with a shrug, “Yep. What did you think it was?” The three of us stared at each other in tense silence, broken only by Nicolas’ little brother, who came runni
I yanked my arm out of his grip, letting out a cold laugh.“What’s the matter? Planning to deny it? The transfer records don’t lie, Nicolas. I made sure to note it as a loan, not a gift.”At last, Nicolas’ mother seemed to catch on.“Oh, come on now, Claire. We’re all family here. There’s no need to make things so formal.”She turned to the relatives with an awkward smile plastered across her face. “The kids are just having a little disagreement. It’s nothing serious. They’ll sort it out soon enough.”“Ma’am, you’re mistaken,” I said with a polite smile. “I never agreed to marry your son, so I don’t see how we’re considered ‘family.’”“Claire!”Nicolas had always been obsessed with his pride, and being called out like this in front of his family pushed him over the edge. His face turned red with anger.“What are you trying to do?”The room grew uncomfortably quiet, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.I kept my calm smile, meeting his furious gaze head-on.“What do you th
“You! Mr. Ford, whatever’s going on between me and my girlfriend is none of your business.”Nicolas looked like he was on the verge of exploding, but he didn’t dare push too far. Despite his anger, he knew better than to offend someone like Aaron. He might be clawing his way through the business world, but going against Aaron? That was a losing battle. Seeing the situation spiraling, I knew it was time to step in. I pulled out my phone, opened the profile page of Nicolas’ burner account, and held it up to his face. “Nicolas, just because I once cared about you out of some lingering high school nostalgia doesn’t mean you get to treat me like a doormat. Did you really think you were clever? That you could hide behind a fake account, throw insults around, and I’d never find out?” He clearly underestimated the power of the internet. Those eagle-eyed netizens had done their homework and tracked me down as his girlfriend without missing a beat. Nicolas paled for a split second when
I suddenly looked up, surprised to see Aaron not far away, his eyes hazy from the alcohol. When he saw me, the usual cold arrogance and composed demeanor were completely gone. Instead, he gave a slightly dazed smile. Aaron walked toward me. Before I knew it, I was pulled into his arms. His familiar scent, now mixed with the faint aroma of alcohol, surrounded me. His words were slurred, but I understood them perfectly. “Claire… I’m so glad I finally get to be with you.” After leaving the bar, the air inside the car was thick with the smell of alcohol. I settled Aaron into the passenger seat and buckled his seatbelt. But in just those few moments, he wasn’t behaving himself. “Claire… Claire.” He half-opened his eyes, looked at me, and smiled again. Then, a kiss landed gently on my forehead. My cheeks flushed crimson as I clutched my forehead and quickly retreated to the driver’s seat. How unbelievable. "Aaron, just wait. Tomorrow, you’ll be so embarrassed you’
“Mmm, this smells nice.” This was the first thought that popped into my head as I regained a bit of clarity. And why was it so warm in the middle of winter?I slowly opened my eyes and realized that I was in someone’s arms! Looking up, I found myself face-to-face with the strikingly handsome face of Aaron. A short nap hadn’t left him looking the slightest bit disheveled. He still looked sharp, like he could walk straight into three consecutive press conferences without missing a beat. Wait a minute! How did I end up asleep on the couch with Aaron? And I was practically curled up in his arms. No, that wasn’t right. It was Aaron who had pulled me into his embrace. I shot up suddenly, questioning reality. Aaron slowly opened his drowsy eyes, glanced at me once, then closed them again. Come on, seriously? He was still sleeping? I grabbed my phone and checked the time. It was 6:01 p.m., one minute past the end of the workday! I shook Aaron awake frantically.
The moment I walked in, I didn’t see Aaron. Instead, there was a woman sitting elegantly on the sofa, exuding grace with a kind warmth in her expression.One look at her features, and I could already guess who she was.“You must be Claire,” she said with a smile that lit up her whole face. “Honestly, Aaron is just impossible. He’s been dating you all this time and still hasn’t brought you home to meet me.”I stiffly perched on the edge of the sofa, forcing a polite smile.“It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Ford. Uh—no, I mean… Ma’am.”“There’s no need to be so formal. I just wanted to come by and meet you myself.”She pulled out an exquisite box from her bag and set it on the table in front of me.“This bracelet was a gift from Aaron’s grandfather when I got married. It’s not worth much, but it’s been passed down for three generations. To me, it’s more precious than any jewel.”Panic shot through me. This was not how I’d pictured this at all. Where was the classic “here’s a check, now leave
“Mr. Ford, is there any truth to the rumors circulating online about you interfering in someone else’s relationship?”Aaron’s expression remained cool and composed. He glanced at me briefly, his gaze softening for just a moment before he spoke.“Claire and I got together only after her previous relationship had ended. However—” He paused, then added evenly, “I won’t deny that I admired her long before that. But I can assure you, any pursuit on my part was above board.”“As for those accusations,” Aaron let out a faint, humorless laugh, though his eyes were icy. “Let’s just say the consequences he’s facing are of his own making.”Unsurprisingly, the press conference sent the trending topics into overdrive once again.Nicolas’ burner account posts were dug up and plastered all over the internet by Aaron’s PR team and turned into meme-worthy headlines that mocked him mercilessly. He even earned himself a new nickname: “The Bitter Ex.”Meanwhile, Aaron’s statements flipped the public narra
What an idiot.The so-called “evidence” Nicolas posted didn’t prove anything about me cheating with Aaron. The public outcry? Half of it was just people reveling in the scandal surrounding a high-profile figure like Aaron.The other half, though? That was orchestrated—clearly a paid smear campaign to stir the pot.Someone was definitely out to undermine Ford Enterprises and had found the perfect pawn in Nicolas. When the dust settled, if Aaron decided to hold him accountable, Nicolas wouldn’t stand a chance.Still…I couldn’t help but worry. This mess could be cleaned up eventually, but the current media frenzy might harm Aaron’s reputation or that of Ford Enterprises.My phone rang.It was Aaron.“Claire?”His voice sounded a little tired, and a pang of guilt twisted in my chest.“I’m sorry, Mr. Ford, I…”“You’ve seen the trending news?” he interrupted.“Yes,” I replied quietly.“Don’t blame yourself. This is being pushed by someone with an agenda. It’s not your fault.”Of course, I
However, Aaron remained as composed and refined as ever. “Mr. Cleave, I have no idea what you’re trying to say today. If your girlfriend broke up with you, perhaps you should reflect on your own actions instead of coming to me. “And for the record, Claire was my senior in university. She’s an exceptional person, and I admire her greatly. Even if I were pursuing her, you two have already broken up. It’s none of your concern.” At the mention of “pursuing her,” I nearly choked, my face contorting into a full-on are-you-kidding-me expression.I wracked my brain for memories of our time at university, but Aaron and I had hardly interacted. Nicolas’ antics had clearly pushed him to the point of saying something that didn’t quite add up. What was more baffling was that Aaron even agreed to meet with Nicolas in the first place instead of just having security kick him out of the building. “Well, isn’t that just perfect, Mr. Ford,” Nicolas spat, his voice twisting with bitterness. Th
My expression turned serious, a cold edge settling over me.“I don’t want to waste another second arguing with you. You have one month to transfer the money to my account. If not, I’ll see you in court.”A month. That was the final bit of decency I was willing to extend to Nicolas.With a loud slam, I shut the building’s entrance door behind me without sparing him a single glance.That night, I stretched out on my couch, stroking my cat as I tried to unwind. Suddenly, a notification popped up on my phone.It was from Nicolas.I opened the message to find a photo—one taken of me stepping out of Aaron’s car while Aaron held the door open. From the angle it was taken, it almost looked like he had his arm around me.Nicolas’ accompanying messages were as revolting as ever:“Claire Lowe, I admit I said a few things I shouldn’t have, but what you’re doing is even worse. You didn’t even break up with me before throwing yourself into someone else’s arms, huh?“You were just waiting for me to
So, I was his plus-one for the gala. Seriously? Were all the other women in the world dead? If not, there was always Wendy, his secretary. Why on earth did this fall to me? “Sorry, I really didn’t have any other choice. I had to trouble you, Senior,” Aaron leaned down to murmur near my ear. From this angle, I could see the small beauty mark at the corner of his eye, paired with his sharp nose and faintly flushed lips. For some inexplicable reason, it made my head feel just a little dizzy. “Alright, it’s just a gala,” I thought. Free food, free drinks, and it would all wrap up by ten—no harm done. At least, that was what I told myself. Still, I was mentally prepared to work and maybe help Aaron dodge a few drinks or handle the inevitable small talk with people he’d have preferred to avoid.But surprisingly, it was just an ordinary charity gala. Most people who approached Aaron only stopped by to greet him, while a few cast me looks that lingered a little too long. Did I car
I suddenly remembered that back in university, I had been part of the student council. Aaron, a year below me, was assigned to me for a few days to learn the ropes. Even back then, he was much the same as he is now—cool and aloof, with that untouchable demeanor, though every now and then, a rare flicker of shyness would break through. Later, I left the department for personal reasons, and whatever interactions I had with Aaron pretty much ended there. My private contact with him on WhatsApp was from those days. After securing a spot for graduate studies at the same university in my junior year, I graduated last year and joined this company only to find my direct supervisor was none other than my former junior. Aaron majored in finance, probably to prepare to take over the family business, while I was just a lowly programmer. Or, to put it nicely, a competent, top-tier university graduate programmer. My mind had wandered a little too far, so I quickly pulled myself back. “Ah