He Made It Official; I Made My Exit

During a company team-building event, I collapse from a seafood allergy. Yet my fiance, Frederick Scott, rushes Beatrice Sutton, who only twisted her ankle, to the hospital.

I come close to dying because I don't get treatment in time.

Later, Frederick explains, "Beatrice is my best friend's sister. He's seriously ill now, and I promised him I'd take care of his sister. I swear I'll keep my distance from her from now on."

This isn't the first time I've heard an excuse like that.

On our fifth anniversary, Beatrice accidentally deleted a work file and burst into tears out of worry. When Frederick heard about it, he left me stranded on a mountain and drove back to the office himself. I spent a whole day and night walking home through the rain.

On Christmas, Beatrice's house lost power. Frederick was worried that she might be scared of being alone, and he rushed over to her place without even telling me, leaving me out in the snow waiting for him until dawn.

These kinds of things have happened countless times.

Afterward, he always brushes them off with the same excuse.

I've long since lost all faith in him and no longer believe a single word he says.

I pick up my phone and call the company that keeps reaching out to me. "I've decided to accept your offer from last time. I'll bring the core technology with me."

During a company team-building event, my fiance, Frederick Scott, took Beatrice Sutton to the hospital after she sprained her ankle. He ignored me even though I had fainted from a seafood allergy. I nearly lost my life in the private room.

After I was discharged, I received a text message from Frederick.

He texted, "Beatrice left you a gift on your desk to thank you for what happened."

I looked around and finally spotted a crumpled meal coupon stuffed in the corner of my desk. If Frederick hadn't deliberately told me, I would've thought it was just someone's trash.

"So this is the gift Beatrice gave Ellie? From what I remember, this meal coupon is handed out everywhere on the street."

"I wouldn't even want this kind of junk if someone gave it to me, and yet someone actually used it as a gift."

The colleagues around me whispered among themselves, and their words were laced with sarcasm.

"Stop talking. Mr. Scott is here."

They scattered in an instant, and Frederick walked over to me. "Did you receive the gift from Beatrice?" he asked.

I picked up the coupon without any expression. "This is the gift you were talking about?"

Frederick looked embarrassed. "You know Beatrice's family is poor, and she has a seriously ill brother to care for, so she can't afford an expensive gift. You shouldn't be too picky."

I ignored him and tossed the coupon into my drawer. I was about to continue working when Frederick suddenly pulled me into his arms.

He coaxed me gently. "I know you're angry,