The Intern Who Stole My Fiancee
"I'm your fiancee, not your nanny. Just have your assistant handle those things, can't you?"
She always brushed me off with similar excuses.
I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, the nicotine bitter on my tongue. The cigarette burned down to ash, just like my relationship with Serena.
I had once dreamed of marrying her and spending my life with her.
I smoked through the entire night, and Serena did not come home at all.
When I arrived at the office the next day, I realized that I had become the subject of everyone's gossip.
Someone whispered, "Look! Mr. Grant is here."