Part 2My Fiancée Forced Me to Step Aside for Her First Love—Then Her Company Went Bankrupt After I Quit

Chloe was wearing a backless gown tonight, and Jacob’s hand was resting on her bare back, sliding up and down.

The two of them stood so close, their faces practically touching, exuding a level of intimacy that made me want to vomit.

When Chloe saw me, her expression flickered with annoyance, but she quickly regained her composure, slipping back into her usual air of superiority.

“Oh, you’re here? Why didn’t you call to let me know?” she asked, pushing Jacob aside and smoothing her dress with feigned elegance.

“Sorry,” I replied coldly, my eyes fixed on the red marks on her neck. “I was in a rush and forgot.”

She glanced at me with thinly veiled contempt.

“Why are you so late? Seriously, you spent all night dealing with one shipment? What’s wrong with you lately?”

I let out a bitter laugh and replied with an icy tone, “Yeah, good thing I didn’t come back later—otherwise, I might’ve caught you two in a hotel room.”

Chloe’s face froze, her expression darkening in an instant.

“What are you implying?” she snapped. “Jacob and I are just friends. Don’t you dare make baseless accusations!”

“Just friends?” I said, my gaze dropping to her swollen lips. “Then what, exactly, is his hand doing? Just being friendly?”

Her voice rose sharply, clearly rattled.

“Daniel, don’t push your luck! We’re not even married. Who I spend time with is none of your business!”

“Funny,” I said, my voice low and cutting. “I thought we were building a life together. Guess I was wrong.”

At this point, Jacob decided to insert himself into the conversation, stepping forward like some kind of knight in shining armor.

“Daniel,” he said, puffing out his chest, “are you seriously questioning Chloe’s character right now? As her boyfriend, shouldn’t you trust her?”

Looking at the two of them, smiling and backing each other up, I felt a wave of nausea rise in my chest.

I clenched my jaw and said coldly, “Oh, so you do remember she’s my girlfriend, huh?”

Chloe tilted her head, her expression smug. “If you’re so unhappy with me, then it’s perfect timing. I have an announcement to make.”

She paused for dramatic effect, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Starting today, Jacob will be taking over your responsibilities.”

The room fell silent. Everyone’s eyes darted between us, waiting to see my reaction.

“And you?” she continued, her tone casual but cruel. “You’ll handle the small accounts from now on. Unless, of course, you feel that’s beneath you. If so, the janitorial team could always use an extra hand.”

I stared at her, my expression unreadable.

The audacity of this woman.

She had no idea how much I’d sacrificed to build her company. Every major client, every deal, every connection—I’d earned them through endless nights of drinking, networking, and suffering through grueling hangovers. I’d worked myself to the brink of collapse just to make this business successful.

And now, she thought she could replace me with this clown? Did she really think any of those clients cared about her?

Chloe raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying herself. “What, nothing to say? Feeling a little betrayed, maybe?”

I watched as Jacob leaned down, planting smug little kisses on Chloe’s lips in front of the entire room.

The other employees whispered among themselves, eager to see how I would react.

Chloe probably thought I’d beg her to reconsider, that I’d grovel for my job and her affection.

She thought she’d won.

But what she didn’t realize was that without me, Hill Group would collapse like a house of cards.

I shook my head and let out a dry laugh.

If they wanted to play dirty, I’d show them how the game was really played.

Reaching into my pocket, I felt the engagement ring box I’d been carrying for weeks. With a bitter smile, I tightened my grip on it and turned on my heel, walking away without a word.

As I left, Chloe called out after me, her voice dripping with mockery.

“What, leaving already? Don’t you want to talk about your new role?”

I didn’t even look back.

The moment I got into my car, I floored the gas pedal and headed straight to the office.

There was no time to waste.

Sitting at my desk, I opened my laptop and began contacting our clients. My fingers trembled with rage as I typed, my mind racing with plans to dismantle everything Chloe thought she had under control.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to calm down, gulping down a bitter cup of coffee.

Five years. Five years of loyalty, sacrifice, and love—and for what?

At least now I knew the truth.