My Fiancé Stole My Promotion

My fiancé used his influence to snatch my government enterprise position, handing it to the local beauty instead. When I confronted him, he was utterly unmoved.

“A woman like you should not be roaming around. Your place is at home, doing laundry and cooking,” he declared.

In response, I quit the factory on the spot, announcing my plan to head south for work. My fiancé, who had been accusing me of being petty, was left speechless.

“You've never even left town before. You think you can suddenly make a living down south? Don't act recklessly,” he scoffed.

The village beauty, who had always benefited from my hard work, was equally taken aback. "You've been in textiles since you came of age. Outside, you're bound to struggle," she chimed in.

Watching their deceitful faces, I smirked inwardly. I couldn’t wait to see her try persuading the seasoned workers at the enterprise without my backup.

...

As I gazed at the list of promotions posted at the factory entrance, disbelief washed over me. The promotion that was rightfully mine had gone to Celia Matthews.

I suddenly remembered spotting Eden Arnold, my fiancé, with Celia near Mr. Davis’s building the other day, loaded with parcels.

Suspicion quietly crept into my mind.

Eden, being the son of the town head Mr. Arnold, had initially aided in establishing the factory. If Eden wanted Celia in the position, Mr. Davis would likely comply.

I rushed to Eden’s house, desperate for an explanation. But he remained aloof, saying, “Aleena, what makes you think the position was yours? Was your name on it?”

“Celia is not only beautiful but also talented; the position was always meant for her!”

His face showed no trace of guilt or regret.

My heart grew cold. He knew all too well the effort I had put in to earn that title. I worked tirelessly day and night, only to watch it slip from my grasp.

Seeing my silence, he continued impatiently, “Aleena, stop daydreaming. The position belongs to Celia, and that’s final!”

“Besides, why do you need that title anyway? Once we're married, you’ll stay at home doing laundry and cooking. Stop trying to overstep!”

“And by the way, it’s work hours now. Running off like this counts as slacking! Don’t expect me to defend you if things go awry.”

His words were full of protection for Celia and disdain for me.

I bit my lip, my gaze growing colder. He had long intended to pave the way for Celia at my expense. But I refused to back down!

Tears welling in my eyes, I looked up at Eden, voice strained, “Eden, I am your fiancée! You know how crucial this title is to me, so why betray me?”

Perhaps he’d never seen me so distraught, as Eden hesitated, his tone softening slightly. “Aleena, with this title, Celia can aim for the director’s position. Just let her have it this time.”

“When the opportunity arises, I’ll help you next time, okay?”

I laughed