Another Bride

When my CEO girlfriend, Lana Piller, learned that I had given the design that took me half a year to complete to her first love, Aiden Connaught, for a competition, she, who had always been afraid of marriage and having children, suddenly agreed to marry me and have children with me.

Aiden was pissed off and pretended to have a depressive episode; he picked up sulfuric acid, intending to ruin his own hands.

Lana immediately panicked. Not only did she give him my position as the design director, but she also accompanied him to the Arctic to witness the aurora borealis and fulfill his dream. They ate and stayed together all the way, being inseparable.

Three months later, Lana casually remarked, "Zac and I have been busy competing and seeking inspiration, unlike you, who has been slacking off at work. Your designs are entirely unoriginal! You’ve run out of ideas. That's why you're envious of his talent."

Looking at Lana's increasingly prominent baby bump, I was not angry; I just smiled calmly and continued with the wedding preparations.

Lana thought I was still in the dark, laughing and saying she had overcome her mental barrier and could not wait to give me a child.

However, she had no idea that the wedding would take place as scheduled, but I had already chosen another bride.

When I saw my girlfriend Lana Piller again, she was already holding a national design contest trophy.

She and her first love, Zac Newton, had just walked into the company. Everyone stopped working and hurried over to praise them for their hard work.

I stood by, finding it all quite ridiculous.

They used the design draft I had spent half a year working on but pretended to have worked hard. Indeed, they were exhausted from their long honeymoon.

During these three months, Zac kept showing me the photos and videos of him and Lana eating and living together. He would also secretly turn on the voice chat while flirting with Lana so that I could hear Lana say that I was not as good as him.

At first, I was so angry that I even doubted my life. Now, my heart was calm. Now that Lana was back, I could give her my resignation letter. "Ms. Piller, this is for you."

Before Lana could speak, Zac asked with a half-smile, "Cruz Greyson, isn't it a bit inappropriate for you to publicly bribe Ms. Piller?"

Immediately, my colleagues rolled their eyes at me, saying irritably, "When Mr. Newton joined the company, Cruz had been the most vocal critic, always targeting him. Now that Mr. Newton has won the contest, he's been thoroughly proven wrong that he can only stay here by resorting to these petty tactics."

I remained unmoved by their usual sarcastic remarks.

Lana and I had been together for six years, but she had never officially announced our relationship.

We never had matching profile pictures or posted anniversary messages on social media. Plus, Lana was