The Grand Wedding That Ceased to Exist

My fiance, Eric Powell, hopes that I can give up on my spot as a candidate and transfer him the 5% of shares I have in order to become the biggest shareholder in the company. He promises me that once everything is done, he'll host the grandest wedding of the century for me.

I accept his conditions. But the next day, I notice his first love, Eunice Decker, posting a share transfer agreement on her social media feed. Eric's name can be seen scrawled on the person who's making the transfer.

After a brief moment of shock, I leave a comment.

"Now that you've already accepted his proposal gift, when can we attend your wedding?"

Eunice breaks down on the spot. Then, she screams about wanting to jump off the 22nd floor.

In order to coax her, Eric demands that I delete my comment immediately and apologize to Eunice in front of everyone. He also wants to pay Eunice my three months' worth of salary just to compensate for her mental health.

All of my colleagues begin murmuring to each other, hoping to see me humiliate myself on the spot.

I let out a cold chuckle. But not only do I apologize to Eunice, but I also take the initiative to transfer the project I'm in charge of to her.

Having noted how understanding I am, Eric says to me happily, "I'll definitely make sure that you're the center of the attention in our upcoming wedding that will be held half a month later. On top of that, I'll also reward you with a honeymoon around the globe!"

What he doesn't know is that our wedding will never exist the moment he decides to absorb my shares.

The apology statement had just been posted for less than three minutes, and the comments instantly hit more than 100.

Eunice sent me a private message to mock me.

"Claudia Sawyer, apart from being luckier than me in meeting Eric earlier, what makes you better than me? I just had to shed a few tears in front of him, and he immediately made you apologize to me. So what if you're engaged to him? Unless I say so, that wedding's not happening."

After that, she flaunted the news that Eric was taking her out to relax and attached a photo of plane tickets to Parmisia.

I was about to turn off the screen when a notification popped up. Eunice had left a comment in the comments section.

"Everyone, please don't talk about Claudia like that. I'm also at fault."

Within less than a minute, Eric immediately replied to Eunice's comment, "Don't take all the blame on yourself. This was clearly Claudia's fault from the start."

Our colleagues also piled on, saying my apology statement didn't read like an apology at all, since the whole thing was just dripping with resentment and sarcasm toward Eunice.

Someone tagged me, but I ignored it.

Not long after, Eric called several times in a row, demanding an