My Fiance Traded Me For An Heiress
Language: en
I slammed my two-week notice onto the conference table, right as my fiancé was idly twirling a wadded ball of black stockings between his fingers. He glanced dismissively at the word "Resignation" on the paper, a familiar, easy smirk curving his lips. “Sutton Reid, what new drama are we stirring up now?” My knuckles were white against the copy of the Due Diligence report I clutched behind my back, but my voice was unnervingly steady. “I’m waiving all claims to company shares and any accrued bonuses. My official departure paperwork has already been submitted to HR.” The twirling motion of…