LOGINAt our engagement party, the woman my fiance, Evan Hartley, hasn't seen in six years; the one who got away, is working as a waitress. When a drunk guest won't leave her alone, he rushes over and shields her in front of every guest in the room. I think he still has feelings for her. But in the next moment, his expression turns cold, and he shoves his assistant's business card into her hand. "He'll set you up with a decent job. Stay out of my life." The next day, she shows up at his office anyway, in a soaking-wet delivery uniform, dropping off food. He can barely contain his anger. "I told you to call my assistant. Why are you still doing this kind of work?" She pushes him away, her eyes rimmed red. "I can take care of myself. I don't need your pity." After a long silence, he wraps his arms around her from behind, his voice low and rough. "I owe you for what happened back then. From now on, I'll make it up to you myself." Before long, she's his secretary. She travels with him on business trips, sits through his client dinners, and stays late with him at the office. Gradually, on the nights he doesn't come home, she's the one who picks up when I call. Her voice drips with satisfaction she can barely hide. "Ms. Ellison, he had too much to drink. He's already asleep. I'll take good care of him for you. "After all, this is something I'm very good at." I smile, hang up, and read a message from the hotel manager. "Ms. Ellison, please confirm the wedding arrangements." I reply, "Everything stays as planned. But the groom might need to be swapped out."
View MoreEvan muttered, "That's impossible. The groom never showed up. How can the wedding be over?"He then grabbed one of the cleaners by the arm, demanding answers. "Where's Winnie Ellison? Where did she go? Who else could she possibly have married if not me?"The woman looked at him like he'd lost his mind. She didn't bother explaining. She just bent down, picked up an invitation a guest had left behind, and handed it to him."See for yourself."Evan took it with trembling hands. The names were printed in elegant gold lettering. The bride was Winnie Ellison. And the groom's name, in the space where his used to be, was Nolan West.Evan's mind went blank. The invitation shook in his grip, and he couldn't make it stop. He stared at that unfamiliar, unbearable name until it finally sank in.I hadn't just left him. I'd replaced him, completely and permanently, and written him out of my life.When Evan returned to the office, he was unrecognizable. The man who'd always been composed, alway
On the day of the wedding, the sun was perfect.The chapel was filled with flowers, white curtains drifting gently in the breeze. Guests took their seats one by one, every face carrying a warm smile. The music swelled, the doors opened, and Nolan walked toward me in a perfectly tailored suit.Six years had passed. His features were still exactly the way I remembered them, only the boyishness had faded, replaced by something steadier and more sure. The moment he saw me, his eyes brimmed with tears.The flower girl brought the rings to us. Nolan's hands were trembling as he slid the ring onto my finger, and then he couldn't hold it together anymore. He pulled me into his arms and held on tight, his shoulders shaking, tears falling silently onto my shoulder.I patted his back softly, my own eyes burning. This wedding was six years late, but it had finally come. The person I'd lost had found his way back to me, and six years of regret and waiting had finally reached the ending they des
What Evan never knew was that I had a first love of my own, one I'd kept in my heart for six years.His name was Nolan West.He was nothing like Evan. Nolan never made grand declarations or bought me jewelry worth a small fortune.He was the kind of person who would carry me on his back to the hospital when I was sick, who would wait downstairs just to make sure I had a warm meal before bed, and who would remember every little thing I liked and held onto every word I ever said.But at 22 years old, I didn't have the courage to stand up to my entire family for love.The year I graduated, Dad told me that the Ellison family's future depended on a marriage match with the Hartleys. I hesitated and fought against it, but in the end, I gave in. I let go of the person who loved me most with my own hands, burying the deepest love I'd ever felt.For six years after that, I tried to love Evan. I told myself that if I just tried hard enough, I'd eventually earn something real from him. But
On my end, the new company was already taking shape.Several longtime clients I'd worked with over the years reached out almost immediately after hearing I'd left Hartley Corp. They hadn't hesitated, because it was never the Hartley name they'd trusted. It was me.Over the past six years, I'd been the one sitting across the table closing deal after deal, handling one difficult situation after another, pulling things back from the edge whenever it mattered most.Evan still thought of me as the sheltered rich girl fresh out of college, but he'd forgotten that most of the company's key partnerships and major clients were relationships I'd built and maintained myself. Once I walked away from Hartley Corp, all of that goodwill and reputation finally belonged to me.The new company had only been operating for two months, and the business was already running smoothly. Partnership agreements were being signed one after another, and projects were moving forward on schedule. Everyone in the
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