date, a single white rose and a velvet proposal box in my pocket. But she never sho
hia Chen, laughing, handing a birthday cake to her new assistant, Leo Davis. Th
, but for me, not even a text. My world stopped. The rose, the ring, everything
choice. Now, I would make mine. I remembered all the red flags I'd ignored. Her growing admiratio
er. Each incident, each public display of her and Leo's "teamwork" while I was relegated
It's about power. It's about winning. It's a shame you'll never understand that." Sh
sked. I delivered my final blow: "Happy anniversary, Sophia." Her face went pale. On her phone, a notification from Leo flash
s the offer still on the table? The one concerning