Part 1My Fiancé Stole My Deal for Mistress

Before signing the contract with my client, I bought him a coffee.

The client took one sip. An hour later, he was in the emergency room with violent food poisoning.

The next day, he canceled our deal and signed with Vanessa, the very intern who had sent him to the hospital.

My fiancé, Brandon, tried to comfort me. "It was an accident. Don't blame yourself."

I nodded, feeling defeated.

But then I overheard him bragging to his friends.

"I slipped a laxative into that coffee so Vanessa could close the deal. This year's Employee of the Year award is as good as hers."

"But doesn't Scarlett need that bonus? I heard her family's counting on it for a surgery."

Brandon scoffed.

"It's one client. If she's any good, she'll find another one, right?"

A cold smile touched my lips. Just you wait, Brandon!

Not only can I find another client, I can also find another fiancé!

I refreshed Instagram. A new post flashed up.

"My first home, all mine!"

The photo showed Vanessa holding a house deed with a triumphant smile on her face.

The comment section was filled with congratulations from colleagues.

But Brandon's comment was the one that caught my eye.

"Congratulations to our future Employee of the Year 2025!"

I forced a bitter smile.

Last year, that title had been mine.

For five years, I hadn't taken a single day off.

They all saw my desperation for money. None of them saw the weight of holding up a family alone.

The medical bills piled up, suffocating me slowly.

I once passed out on a subway platform, running between jobs.

Brandon saw it all.

Sometimes, he'd drive me home after a late shift.

He'd listen when I vented about impossible clients.

I never imagined he'd betray me for Vanessa.

Tears tears came, hot and unstoppable, streaming down my face.

At that exact moment, my phone rang. It was my mother's doctor.

"Your mother has just passed. I'm so sorry. If we could have operated soon...there might have been hope."

I don't remember how I got through the funeral arrangements.

Brandon called several times during those blurred days. But I never picked up.

For the first time, he seemed anxious.

He blocked my path the moment I walked into the office.

"Where have you been? You never take days off."

His expression held no concern-only the cold irritation of someone who'd lost their grip.

I couldn't be bothered to respond.

Seeing me about to walk away, he grabbed my arm.

"What's wrong with you? A few days apart, and you're like a completely different person!"

Before I could answer, Vanessa suddenly appeared.

"Brandon, can you help me?"

Brandon's attention instantly shifted to her.