Vanished on Our Anniversary
When Matthew Sinclair accused me of selling company secrets, I expected my girlfriend to stand by me.
Instead, Selena Oxford told me to apologize.
To the man who framed me.
That was the moment I understood that trust was not something you pleaded for. You either had it, or you did not.
I resigned the same day, cut every tie, left a ring on the table that she would never wear, and walked out of her life without looking back.
I believed we would never cross paths again.
Eight years later, at a black-tie banquet, Selena spotted me across the crowd. I was dancing with another woman, moving through the room as if I belonged there.
In front of everyone, now known as a corporate powerhouse, she met my gaze with red-rimmed eyes and asked, "Was it for her? Is that why you left me eight years ago?"