Loving and Letting Go Without Regret

I was with Ivan Knowles for seven years.

Despite the rumors that always swirled around him, he never gave me a reason to doubt his loyalty.

He let me check his phone and even welcomed me to join him on business trips.

I never found anything suspicious until our engagement day.

The host had just shared how Ivan flew in my favorite white roses from abroad when the big screen, meant to play a video celebrating our seven years together, instead showed a hospital room.

The cry of a newborn rang out.

Ivan sat on the bed holding the baby. His secretary, Alba Lawson, leaned on his shoulder, wearing the same diamond ring as mine.

Tearfully, she explained to me that it was a misunderstanding.

"Alba is a single mom," Ivan excused. "I'm just helping her out as her boss. Don't make a big deal out of this."

The room went quiet, everyone waiting for me to flip out.

I didn't. Instead, I calmly slipped off my ring and handed it to him. "Of course not. I just wish you happiness."

...

The silence in the hall was deafening.

The marketing managers, who had never approved of my relationship with Ivan Knowles, snickered behind their hands.

Their judgmental looks cut deep, but I held my head high, glancing at Ivan.

His face was sullen, but he didn't bother to call them out.

With a bitter smile, I grabbed the microphone and addressed the crowd. "That's all for today's party. Please enjoy the food and drinks. You can get your gifts back from Mr. Knowles and Ms. Lawson as you leave. And if they'd like to announce their engagement, I'd be happy to witness it."

I set the microphone down and turned to leave.

Ivan grabbed my wrist. "What are you doing? It's our big day. Don't cause a scene and embarrass both of us."

"Cause a scene?" I pulled my arm free and gave him a cold stare. "Care to explain the ring on Alba's finger and the bracelet on her daughter's wrist?"

Ivan cringed, looking away.

"No? I'll answer for you," I smirked. "You said the ring was customized for me, claiming it was one of a kind. And that bracelet was for my last birthday, matching yours. You said it was the only pair in the world."

As I reached for the bracelet on his wrist, he pulled back and snapped, "So what? It's a small matter, and you're blowing this out of proportion. I just felt bad for Alba and gave her those things. You're jealous over nothing."

I stared at him, stunned by how easily he twisted the truth. "In that case, I guess we're done."

His brows furrowed. "Enough! Don't push your luck here."

The tension in the hall thickened.

I started to walk off the stage, but Alba Lawson blocked my path, her bitter orange perfume making my stomach churn.

She stood at the edge, clutching her shirt nervously. "Ms. Marin, I know you're