Six Years as the Punchline Are Over: Now I’m Your Boss, So Why Are You Crying?

After six years together, my fiancée chose to sleep with her boss on her birthday.

She shamelessly flirted with a stranger right in front of me.

And I was treated like a nuisance.

She told me flatly, “You've got to be kidding! Who said I wanted to marry you?!”

It turned out I had only ever been useful to her.

With no money or ability, I was just trash to throw away whenever she pleased.

I took off my cheap shirt, changed into a suit, and left the apartment we shared.

Two years later, I became the new president of her company.

At a cocktail party, I whispered to Bai Lu, now a low-level employee, “Do you remember me?”