Leave Her in the Dust

For seven years, my CEO girlfriend never once came home with me to see my parents. She told me that she hated social obligations, and that she didn't want to deal with the gossip and hassle that came with meeting my parents and relatives.

Even in daily life, she treated me with cold professionalism, never spending any anniversaries with me in favor of working overtime.

I'd always thought that it was just a simple matter of her being too rational and prideful, and I was fine with slowly teaching her how to nurture a relationship.

That was, until Thanksgiving arrived.

Once again, she stressed that holidays were just a capitalistic norm, and that she was going to work overtime instead of coming home with me. By chance, however, I accidentally stumbled upon my intern's social media.

Inside a private room at a five-star hotel, he and his family sat at a table as my girlfriend sat beside him, carefully serving him food.

[Yo, my boss secretly brought my parents into the city for Thanksgiving, and even gave me gifts! She told me that I was worth special gestures, too. Where can you even find a boss this romantic? My parents even told me to marry her as soon as I could! LOL!]

So she knew better than anyone how to make people feel cherished.

I just wasn't worth any of it.

I commented: [How romantic.]

Then, I messaged my girlfriend.

[Let's break up.]

The moment the message was sent, my girlfriend, Joanna Vale, replied with a single question mark.

When I didn’t answer, she called me immediately.

"What are you flipping out about now? Zion forgot to block you this time, so I knew you'd overthink it. After he's shown so much improvement, can't I show him some encouragement as the CEO? The kid's out there trying to build a career, and now he just made a joke after feeling the warmth of society. How could you turn it into some big issue?

"Stop trying to threaten me with a breakup. It's tasteless."

She'd never minced her words with me, and it was always a matter of winning a debate or making me admit defeat for her.

This time, I couldn't swallow it anymore.

The improvement she talked about? All of it was just taking my achievements and giving the credit to Zion, turning him into the best performer in the team.

I laughed coldly and asked, "Don't you hate social obligations with colleagues the most, Joanna? Since when did you become so friendly? Also… Did you say this time? How many times have there been, hm? Besides, I've been the best performer for seven years in a row. Why haven't you graced me with a reward, Your Highness?"

I had never spoken back against her at all, so she screeched like a cat that had its tail stepped on.

"What's with your attitude?! You know that I hate social obligations the most! I did it all so that you'd