Part 1My Fiancée Forced Me to Step Aside for Her First Love—Then Her Company Went Bankrupt After I Quit

At the company gala, my fiancée clung to her first love—the so-called “golden boy” of her past—and smugly demanded I step aside.

“Starting today, all your client accounts will be transferred to him,” she announced with a condescending smile.

“And as for you, there’s an opening in the janitorial department. I’m sure you’ll fit right in.”

The room fell silent. All eyes were on me, waiting for the inevitable—me groveling, begging her to reconsider, swallowing my pride for her sake.

But what they didn’t realize was this: without me, those clients would vanish overnight, and the company? It would crumble within weeks.

I let out a cold, detached laugh and turned on my heel, walking away without a word.

By the end of the night, I’d already signed with her biggest rival—the one person she hated the most.

You see, I’m not satisfied with just watching her company fail.

I’m here to destroy everything she thought she could take from me.

For five years, Chloe Hill and I had built something together—both a company and what I thought was a relationship. She always said, “Once the company is stable, we’ll get married.”

I believed her.

So I worked like a madman, day and night, entertaining clients, closing deals, and doing everything in my power to build the life she wanted. The life we wanted.

And it worked. The company grew steadily, year after year. With our largest shipment yet arriving soon, I was already planning how to propose.

Tonight was supposed to be the company’s celebration party. Chloe had smiled at me that morning, tying my tie with her usual grace.

“Don’t forget to come back early for the party,” she said, her voice soft and full of warmth.

I promised I would. But when the shipment arrived late, I had no choice but to go handle it myself. This was the biggest deal our company had ever secured, and I couldn’t afford even the smallest mistake.

For two weeks, I’d barely left the office, sleeping on the couch, eating cheap takeout, and working myself to the bone to make sure this deal went smoothly.

By the time I finished, it was nearly 10 PM. Exhausted but eager to see Chloe, I drove straight to the hotel where the celebration was being held.

But as I approached the door to the private room, laughter and voices drifted out, freezing me in my tracks.

“You mean Daniel Brooks?” Chloe’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, followed by a laugh that made my stomach turn.

“Marry him? Are you serious? What a joke.”

My hand hovered over the doorknob, my entire body going cold.

“He’s just a pathetic loser who works himself to death for me,” she sneered. “I only keep him around to do the grunt work.”

Her words hit me like a sledgehammer.

“All he does is drink and schmooze with clients. No romance, no charm. He’s nothing like my baby—someone who actually knows how to treat me.”

A man’s voice broke in, low and suggestive. “Come here, babe. Let hubby take care of you.”

Then came the unmistakable sound of kissing.

My mind went blank.

That voice—it was Jacob Scott, the new assistant Chloe had recently hired. She’d told me he was an old college friend and insisted he’d be a great addition to the team.

I’d trusted her.

Jacob had been nothing but polite to me, always staying late at the office, bringing her coffee, and helping with her workload. I’d even praised him for his diligence.

But now, it was all clear. He wasn’t staying late to work—he was staying late to be with her.

These two had been sneaking around right under my nose.

“You're the only one I trust with the clients,” Chloe purred, her voice like nails on a chalkboard. “Now that the company is big enough, there’s no need to keep him around anymore.”

Jacob hesitated. “What if he takes the clients with him?”

Chloe laughed dismissively. “This is my company. He’s just an employee. If he tries to leave, I’ll make sure he never works in this industry again. What does he think, that the company can’t survive without him?”

The sound of glasses clinking and laughter filled the room.

“Ms. Hill and Jacob are such a great match,” someone chimed in, their voice full of fake enthusiasm. “Daniel’s just some desperate loser—he should be grateful to step aside.”

Another voice added, “Honestly, Jacob’s the real deal. That guy? He’s just a placeholder.”

Jacob chuckled, and I heard him say, “This seat was always mine. Just like Chloe has always been mine.”

Chloe giggled, her voice dripping with flirtation. “Oh, stop. You know I’ve always been yours. Even back in college...”

Her words trailed off into playful laughter, and my blood boiled.

I stood frozen, my mind replaying the last six months.

Chloe had been “traveling for business” more often than ever, always coming home smelling of a different perfume. On the nights she stayed in, she was distant, always claiming she was tired. And the times she was affectionate?

Now I wondered how much of that was just her scrubbing away the scent of another man.

Every tender word, every night spent together—it all felt like a knife twisting in my chest.

I wasn’t Chloe’s boyfriend. I was her workhorse, her stepping stone, her fool.

Inside, Chloe’s voice turned sweet again, but it wasn’t for me.

“Jacob, you’re the only one who knows how to treat me right.”

My stomach churned. So she could act playful and vulnerable—just not for me. For me, she’d always played the strong, independent businesswoman.

Five years. Five years of my life wasted on a woman who saw me as nothing more than a means to an end.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. For a moment, I thought about walking away, but something inside me snapped.

I wouldn’t let her get away with this.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door.

The laughter stopped immediately.