Betrayal by My Fiancé

My fiancé was involved in a car accident and fell into a coma, racking up medical bills that reached staggering heights. Yet, I couldn't abandon him. I juggled five jobs, working tirelessly day and night, sleeping less than three hours a day. Those three years pushed me to the brink more times than I can count. One day, as I lugged a coffee machine up more than twenty flights of stairs for delivery to a tech firm's office, I saw him—my supposed fiancé, who I thought was confined to a luxury hospital room—dressed smartly in a suit, confidently leading a meeting. When his eyes met my exhausted gaze, he visibly panicked and hurried to explain, "It was Angel's idea to test your true feelings..." "Well, you’ve made your point. I don't love you anymore." While I dragged the machine up to the 24th floor, gasping for air, my fiancé, Jensen King, appeared from around a corner, looking polished and at ease. I bumped into him, feeling as though I'd plunged into ice-cold water. My body started to tremble uncontrollably. "What are you doing here?" I asked, stunned.

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Chapter 7

In high school, the last paragraph of the love letter I wrote for you went like this:

I must focus all my energy on moving forward. This is my vision and my goal. I may not have exceptional traits, but I can only say, in my current state of mind: it’s you, my pursuit includes you. You are my aim, my motivation, that's all there is to it.

"So why didn’t you give me the letter?" I asked.

Dante rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I was so scrawny back then. I worried I’d just hold you back."

I laughed and replied, "I wasn’t worried about you holding me back. I was worried you wouldn't need me."

His face suddenly flushed a deep red.

After that day, Jensen seemed a bit out of sorts and distracted. He didn’t even have his security try to stop us; he just let us leave without any fuss.

Dante and I went to the hospital, and luckily, our injuries were just minor, nothing serious.

In the meantime, I went ahead and filed charges against Jensen for attempted murder and kidnapping. I heard that when he was arrested, the police found Angel in his office, beaten beyond recognition.

But none of that mattered to me anymore. Because, sitting right there on my couch, was a CEO who, despite his stature, was childishly eager to be taken care of.

I carefully tucked the love letter away, placing it gently into a box. With a broad smile, I said to him, "You've been having some stomach issues lately, how about we have oatmeal tonight?"

Blushing intensely, he reminded me, "Just don’t put any ginger in it, okay?"

"Alright, but I'll add some celery," I joked.

He nodded in agreement with a quiet voice.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly.