My fiance, Eric Powell, hopes that I can give up on my spot as a candidate and transfer him the 5% of shares I have in order to become the biggest shareholder in the company. He promises me that once everything is done, he'll host the grandest wedding of the century for me.

I accept his conditions. But the next day, I notice his first love, Eunice Decker, posting a share transfer agreement on her social media feed. Eric's name can be seen scrawled on the person who's making the transfer.

After a brief moment of shock, I leave a comment.

"Now that you've already accepted his proposal gift, when can we attend your wedding?"

Eunice breaks down on the spot. Then, she screams about wanting to jump off the 22nd floor.

In order to coax her, Eric demands that I delete my comment immediately and apologize to Eunice in front of everyone. He also wants to pay Eunice my three months' worth of salary just to compensate for her mental health.

All of my colleagues begin murmuring to each other, hoping to see me humiliate myself on the spot.

I let out a cold chuckle. But not only do I apologize to Eunice, but I also take the initiative to transfer the project I'm in charge of to her.

Having noted how understanding I am, Eric says to me happily, "I'll definitely make sure that you're the center of the attention in our upcoming wedding that will be held half a month later. On top of that, I'll also reward you with a honeymoon around the globe!"

What he doesn't know is that our wedding will never exist the moment he decides to absorb my shares.

The apology statement had just been posted for less than three minutes, and the comments instantly hit more than 100.

Eunice sent me a private message to mock me.

"Claudia Sawyer, apart from being luckier than me in meeting Eric earlier, what makes you better than me? I just had to shed a few tears in front of him, and he immediately made you apologize to me. So what if you're engaged to him? Unless I say so, that wedding's not happening."

After that, she flaunted the news that Eric was taking her out to relax and attached a photo of plane tickets to Parmisia.

I was about to turn off the screen when a notification popped up. Eunice had left a comment in the comments section.

"Everyone, please don't talk about Claudia like that. I'm also at fault."

Within less than a minute, Eric immediately replied to Eunice's comment, "Don't take all the blame on yourself. This was clearly Claudia's fault from the start."

Our colleagues also piled on, saying my apology statement didn't read like an apology at all, since the whole thing was just dripping with resentment and sarcasm toward Eunice.

Someone tagged me, but I ignored it.

Not long after, Eric called several times in a row, demanding an explanation.

Remembering how Eric would blindly side with Eunice no matter what, I calmly turned off my phone, putting an end to the incessant ringing.

Eric and I had been engaged since childhood, with an agreement that 5% of Powell Group's shares would serve as the betrothal gift for me to marry into the Powell family.

But ever since Eunice joined the company, Eric's attention had been completely fixed on her. Whatever she wanted, he would lay it all at her feet. Even a project I had worked on for months would become a gift just to cheer her up.

Before long, Eric suddenly came back. As soon as he walked in, he asked me to pack a few sets of clothes for him, saying he had to go on a business trip.

I thought of the plane tickets to Parmisia that Eunice had sent me and couldn't help but say mockingly, "Is it really a business trip or a vacation?"

Eric caught the dissatisfaction in my tone and assumed I was still upset about having to apologize to Eunice.

He frowned and said, "This was your fault to begin with, and you still have the nerve to be angry? If I hadn't mediated, our colleagues would've driven you out of the company long ago.

"This is a very important project for the company, so I have to go in person. Don't worry, as soon as it's done, I'll come back immediately. It won't delay the wedding."

Seeing that I remained silent, he breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking I had finally understood his good intentions and was no longer hung up on the matter, he seized the moment to ask what gift I wanted this time.

Eric would bring back a local specialty for me every time he traveled for work, and I'd be thrilled for days whenever I got those gifts.

But later I accidentally discovered that every gift he brought back was something he had first given to Eunice—things she didn't want or looked down upon.

Thinking of this, I replied flatly, "Anything is fine."

Seeing my lack of interest, he told our housekeeper, Diana Smith, to help him pack his clothes. He then turned to take the gift box handed over by the butler, Oscar Nash.

Eric handed me the gift box.

"This is a little something to thank you for giving up those shares."

I glanced at it. It was an emerald bracelet, and a rare antique piece at that.

But I'd seen this very bracelet on Eunice's wrist just a few days ago. So, he was fobbing me off with a fake as a reward?

When he saw me smile, he assumed I was very pleased with the gift and immediately moved to put it on me.

But the moment he picked up the bracelet, I instinctively dodged away.

He froze for a moment and asked awkwardly, "You don't like it?"

I caught the guilt flickering in his eyes. After a pause, I answered calmly, "It's too expensive."

Hearing this, he visibly breathed a sigh of relief. He was just about to comfort me when his phone rang urgently.

He glanced at it and hurriedly stepped out of the walk-in closet to take the call.

The moment the call connected, Eunice's impatient voice came through.

"Eric, hurry up and come down. I've been waiting forever."

Seeing this, I casually tossed the bracelet into the drawer.

Oscar gasped when he saw it. "Ms. Sawyer, haven't you always treasured the gifts Mr. Powell gives you? So, why would you just toss it aside like that?"

Treasured them? I practically worshipped the things Eric gave me like sacred relics, just short of building a shrine for them.

But ever since Eric brought Eunice home, he'd generously let her pick and choose freely from the gifts he'd given me.

I'd even argued with him about it, yet he turned around and accused me of being selfish and petty. He then went and bought her something even better and more expensive.

Soon after, Eric hung up the phone and took the luggage from Oscar's hands.

"I'm pressed for time," he said hurriedly. "Remember to follow up on the wedding dress we ordered earlier. Whatever you do, don't let it delay the wedding."

With that, he moved to embrace me, but I instinctively took a step back to evade him.

Eric looked at me quizzically, as if about to say something. But then, he remembered Eunice was waiting outside, so he awkwardly dropped his hand.

Pretending to be in a hurry, he grabbed his coat from Diana and rushed out the door.

I stood by the window and watched as he attentively opened the car door for Eunice and got into the car with a face full of smiles.

That car was the very first gift Eric had ever given me.

I'd been keeping it in the garage all this time, barely taking it out, because I couldn't bear the thought of messing up something Eric gave me.

Never did I imagine that as soon as Eunice laid eyes on it, Eric would hand it over to her without a second thought.

He then turned to me and said, "Since you don't even have a license, you can't use the car anyway. Might as well give it to Eunice. She lives far from the office, so it'll be perfect for her to commute.

"That way, she can also generate more profit for the company. Once you get your license, I'll buy you an even better car."

I silently watched Eunice take the car keys and cling to Eric, insisting he take her out for a spin.

I let out a resigned smile. Truth be told, I'd gotten my driver's license long ago. In fact, it was sitting right in the drawer of my bedside table.

It was just that he never cared enough to ever open it and look.

As I watched the car disappear from the yard, I turned on my phone and dialed a number.

"I'd like to cancel the custom groom's tuxedo I ordered earlier. Yeah, that's fine. I'll bear the corresponding losses."

I'd originally picked out that tuxedo as a wedding gift for Eric, hoping it'd make him happy on the day we got married.

But now, it seemed destined to go unused.

The next day, I had my resignation letter ready.

I walked into the office and immediately felt the weight of my colleagues' stares.

I was used to it by now, so I just slipped into my seat like nothing had happened.

Judging by the looks on their faces, God only knew what Eunice had been telling them this time.

Eunice had always been bad-mouthing me behind my back. At first, I brushed it off because I didn't think it mattered. But as the misunderstanding piled up, whenever I tried to set things straight, I only ended up sounding defensive.

Thus, I gave up and let them think whatever they wanted.

I hadn't even finished pouring my coffee when my phone started blowing up with 99 messages from Eunice.

I didn't even need to open them to know they'd be a parade of lovey-dovey photos of her and Eric.

The timestamp watermark in the corner of every photo made it clear that she was at it all day, every day.

I'd never realized Eric could be so patient. After all, in all the years he'd been with me, he'd never once behaved this way. He'd never looked that genuinely happy either.

In every photo, Eric was smiling brightly, a side of him I'd never seen before.

In the past, I carefully picked out a camera and even spent several months learning photography just so I could surprise him on his birthday.

To my surprise, he immediately pulled a long face and said sternly, "I've hated having my picture taken ever since I was a kid. As my fiancee, shouldn't you know that? Claudia, don't pretend like you know me so well. It makes me sick."

Because of that, he gave me the silent treatment for an entire month.

Later, it was only after I worked on projects for two straight months to help him get promoted to Deputy CEO that he was finally willing to speak to me again.

It was funny how easy it was to tell when someone loved you and when they didn't.

Loving someone meant you knew their favorites and pet peeves by heart. Even the stuff that got on your nerves—you'd value it, because it came from a genuine place.

At the thought of this, I put away my phone and went straight to Leslie Fritz in HR to hand in my resignation.

Just as I was about to hand over my work, I glanced at the documents and realized there wasn't much to begin with.

I used to have a few projects under my belt. But not long ago, Eric had handed them over to Eunice just to cheer her up. Thus, the handover didn't take much time at all.

I was sorting through the files when the head of the project department, Nathan Stout, came storming over with a rejected bid proposal, demanding an explanation.

"Claudia, you've been in charge of this bid the whole time. Now the client says something's wrong with the proposal. I'd expect you to give me a good explanation."

Hearing this, the colleagues around me recalled how Eunice had told them on a daily basis about all the ways I'd supposedly bullied her. Now they'd finally caught an opportunity to deliver justice, and they could hardly wait to get rid of me.

"Claudia, how could you mess up such an important project? Surely you know how much this means to Mr. Powell."

"I really don't get why Claudia was put in charge of the bid proposal in the first place. If Eunice had been given the responsibility from the start, it definitely wouldn't have turned out like this."

"Do you guys think Claudia's salary is even enough to cover the damages?"

"Cover the damages? Is she even capable of covering them? If you ask me, she should just get lost as soon as possible."

Ignoring everyone's comments, I glanced at the subject line of the bid proposal and let out a cold laugh.

"I wasn't in charge of this project. Eunice was."

Jenny Gould, the lackey who followed Eunice around everywhere, piped up, "Wow, you can't even own up to your own mess. You really have no shame, do you? This was obviously your project, and now you're trying to throw Eunice under the bus? What, you think the rest of us are idiots?"

The other colleagues chimed in one after another.

Just then, Leslie came over to inform me that my resignation had been approved.

Jenny caught wind of it and sneered with contempt. "You think quitting gets you off the hook? It's way too late for that. You'd better start thinking about how to cover the company's losses and explain yourself to Mr. Powell.

"The company should've gotten rid of a liability like you a long time ago. The only reason you're still here is that Eunice, out of the goodness of her heart, kept telling Mr. Powell not to fire you. Otherwise, you'd have been gone ages ago."

No sooner had she spoken than the others started clamoring to throw me out of the company immediately, lest a bad apple like me poison the whole barrel.

Within minutes, they'd crammed my belongings into a black trash bag and tossed it out the front door like garbage.

Jenny, at the front of the pack, saw me still standing there and asked disdainfully, "Claudia, are you seriously going to make us throw you out ourselves?"

I glanced at her smug expression. Since when did a spineless fence-sitter like her get to act all high and mighty in front of me?

I raised my hand and slapped her twice across the face, then walked out of the company while everyone stood there in stunned silence.

A few days later, I received another couple of photo shoots from Eunice. She was showing off like always.

"Say, in all the time you were with Eric, have you guys ever even done a photo shoot together? Because I've never seen a single picture of you two at his place. Wait, don't tell me you don't even have one ordinary photo together."