Fiancé Fell in Love With Assistant, I Left
My fiancé of eight years moved in with the junior he was mentoring.
She was young, pretty, knew how to play helpless, and knew exactly what she was doing.
He'd down every toast meant for her—the same nights he let me get talked into drinking until I nearly died.
He sat with her through her depression, fetched her water, fed her by hand. And me? I was alone in a hospital bed, burning with a 104-degree fever.
He set her up on a pedestal and never noticed I'd been ground into the dirt.
The day they discharged me, I didn't scream. I didn't fall apart. I went home, quietly packed a suitcase, and burned every memory that had his name on it.
Later I heard the famous CEO of Washington Group showed up at his fiancée's door with millions of dollars in gifts. He found an empty apartment. And he lost his mind.