I Changed My Husband After a Crash
As I head to see my boyfriend, Howard Schultz, who is working late, I get into a car accident. I call him dozens of times for help, but he doesn't answer a single one. Staring at his brightly lit office building not far away, I sink into despair.
When I wake up in the hospital, I see a post from his subordinate. It's a picture showing the reflection of the two of them in the glass door, standing far closer than they should, with the caption, "What do I do when my boss is scolding me late at night?"
Unwilling to believe it, I call him again. This time, he finally answers.
My voice trembles. "Howard, I got into a car accident…"
"Celine, I'm still working. I'll send my assistant to take care of it, okay? Be good. I'll see you after I come back from my business trip."
I try to say more, but his angry shout suddenly cuts through the line. "Crystal Jennings! You're only allowed to bring one suitcase for this trip. Why do you have three? Do you think we're going on vacation?"
Crystal Jennings—the new intern Howard just hired.
I stare at the disconnected call, tears drying on my cheeks.
I then call my parents instead. "I agree to the engagement you arranged."