My fiancé was stolen by Jiao Niu Ma. I turned around and became the president.
Language: en
My fiancé, Julian, hired a new assistant while I was away on a business trip. She was his junior mentee from college, a classic sweet-faced nuisance. She swapped Julian’s black coffee for a sugary kiddie drink and decorated our professional conference room with giant cartoon pillows. I tried to tell her how unprofessional that was. But Julian frowned, his voice laced with an indulgence I'd never heard directed at me. “Skylar is still just a kid, with a pure heart. You’re older, Anya, be more understanding, don’t be so harsh.” My fingertips went instantly cold. Ten years of dating,…