Bright's P.O.V. In a luxury five-story building, I sat in my office chair on the fifth floor, discussing with a business partner, when my office door swung open and my fiancée, Nini André, stormed in and yelled at me, “Bright, I am done with this relationship!” Nini took off the diamond ring that I had given to her the previous day at my club and threw it at my face. She did not mind that I had a client with me. She worked as my financial manager, and she openly embarrassed me in front of my top partner. “Mr. Tilman, we will discuss the business negotiation later,” I said. My jaw tightened, and Mr. Justin Tilman, who was a middle-aged man, stood up and left my office. He acted as if blind, like he did not see the angry woman seething with rage in my office. After Mr. Justin walked out of my office, the door slammed shut, and I fixed my gaze on Nini. She was a fair-skinned, tall, slender, and twenty-seven-year-old woman. “What is it, Nini? Why did you throw the engagement ring at
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