Six Rigged Reviews for Your Assistant? Congrats, You Lost Your Fiancée Chapter 05

Six Rigged Reviews for Your Assistant? Congrats, You Lost Your Fiancée Chapter 05

On the flight west, I did nothing but stare through the window.

Eight years with Nolan had left too many memories and too many regrets.

Eventually, the plane landed in Seattle.

Grandma Eleanor had sent a driver to meet me. The moment I entered her house, I smelled the

dinner I had loved as a child.

It felt good to have someone waiting for me.

Grandma studied my face with concern.

“Weren’t you going to marry that Vance boy? I begged you to come home for years, and you always

refused.”

Her expression sharpened. “Did he hurt you?”

I buried my face against her shoulder.

The pain was real, but the relationship was over.

“We broke up. That’s all.”

She did not press me for details.

Grandma held me tightly and patted my back.

“You are a wonderful woman. He was the one who failed to deserve you.”

Then she pulled me toward the dining room. “Come eat.”

The table was covered with my favorite dishes, and for a while, I forgot everything else.

She remembered which vegetables I avoided as a child and which dessert I always saved for last.

Those small details gave me the sense of home I had spent years trying to create with Nolan.

My phone kept chiming.

Most of the messages came from Nolan.

He asked why I was no longer at the hospital, whether I was still angry, and when I planned to come

home.

A man who had stopped loving me had taken an astonishingly long time to notice I was gone.

Before leaving Briarhaven, I had packed his belongings and placed them in the condo building’s storage office.

I had also sold the condo my parents left me.

Nolan had not even bothered to return home yet.

I deleted every message and blocked his phone number, email address, and social accounts.

That night, I slept better than I had in years.

I did not have to wait for Nolan to return from a client dinner or make his hangover drink.

I did not have to wake early to iron his shirts and prepare breakfast.

In the days that followed, I began training as a vice president at Ellis Capital.

Grandma did not hand me authority without preparation.

I sat through department briefings, reviewed active investments, and learned the systems of a company far larger than the one I had helped Nolan build.

The work was demanding, but for the first time in years, effort led somewhere.

On my first morning, I ran into Graham Hayes, a college classmate who now served as the company’s chief financial officer.

We had not spoken in years, but we recognized each other immediately.

After my orientation, several longtime employees organized a welcome dinner.

As the evening relaxed, someone suggested Truth or Dare.

When my turn came, Graham asked a question.

“What was your longest relationship?”

I finished the wine in my glass.

“Eight years.”

The table went silent.

One colleague leaned closer, unable to hide her curiosity.

“So are you married? Do you have children?”

I shook my head and smiled.

“No. We broke up.”

Several people looked at me with reddened eyes and open sympathy.

I waved it away.

I had already let go. There was no reason for anyone else to mourn the relationship for me.

Graham did not ask for details or offer empty comfort. He simply moved the conversation forward, and that quiet respect made it easier to breathe.