My Fiancee Stole My Billion-Dollar Project
After Celine Anderson let her newly-promoted assistant take credit for my billion-dollar project for the ninth time, I handed in my resignation letter.
I also refused to show up in the same place as her.
Whenever she was interviewed by talk shows as a public figure, I would switch off all the screens in the building.
I also got the security guard to stop her from entering even if she brought me a cup of coffee in the middle of a tornado.
To see me, she purposely rescheduled three virtual meetings with foreign companies. So, I immediately bought air tickets to leave the country.
I blocked her everywhere and formatted the hard disk that contained all of our memories from the past decade.
When I was twenty, I studied with her in the university library. When I was twenty-five, I ate the cheapest bread with her when she first started her company. When I was thirty, I finally knew how to let go of things that no longer serve me.
On the ninth time I was accused of sleeping my way up, I came across a photo of her and her assistant kissing. Meanwhile, I was sitting at our dining table with food that had turned cold.
It turned out that our decade-long relationship had been a joke.
However, it was fine. It was not too late to come to my senses.