Abandoned by Love, Embraced by Fortune: The Heir Returns

After I've completed 98 tasks for my fiancee, Cheryl Landeau, she finally agrees to marry me once I've completed the 99th task for her.

For that task, I'm required to pick her up outside her company.

On the day I stand outside Cheryl's company with a huge flower bouquet in my arms, I don't see her at all despite having waited till late night.

Soon after, I get hospitalized due to a high fever. When I tap on my phone, the first thing I see is a photo of the marriage certificate belonging to Cheryl and her assistant, Jason York.

Jason even includes a caption with the photo. "My mom is very satisfied with her daughter-in-law. Please take good care of me from now on, my dear wife."

The next day, I hang a banner outside the company.

"May Ms. Landeau and Mr. York grow old in harmony and be blessed with children."

All of my colleagues are stunned, to say the least.

At that moment, Cheryl quickly pulls me into her office. She then explains, "Jason's mom is severely ill. Her death wish is watch him get married. What's wrong with me fulfilling her wish? Can't you show more kindness toward Jason?

"Now, stop throwing that tantrum of yours and get rid of the banner. Once Jason's mom passes away, I'll file for a divorce from him."

I just smile as I set off more fireworks at the doorway.

"Oh, you don't have to bother with a divorce. I'm worried that his mom might come back to life soon. Let's just end things here."

I turned to leave after watching the last firework fade from the sky, but my fiancee, Cheryl Landeau, yanked me back.

"Nathan, are you trying to embarrass me in front of the whole company?" she snapped. "I already told you that once Jason's mother passes or her condition stabilizes, I'll divorce him. You and I have been together for so many years. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?"

I stared at the ring on her finger, a bitter taste in my mouth.

Yeah. We'd spent so many years together… yet I still didn't even have the right to call myself her husband.

Cheryl reached for my hand, but I pushed her away.

"I'm fine waiting for you," I said. "A year, two years… even the eight years that I've already wasted. But what I've been waiting for is an answer, Cheryl. And I don't see one.

"It was pouring that day, but I waited for you down here the whole time. I didn't even dare to get an umbrella because I was afraid I'd miss you. And what were you doing then? You were getting hitched to your precious little assistant."

We'd been together for eight years, from our school days through our working years. All I'd ever wanted was a marriage certificate with our names on it.

But to Cheryl, marriage was just a carrot she could dangle above