I felt a wave of clarity wash over me. My voice was steady as I said, “Gregory, we’re over."
Then I hung up, blocked his number and cut off all contact.
I submitted my resignation the same day.
A week later, I finished handing over my work. My colleagues threw me a farewell dinner and the atmosphere was surprisingly lighthearted—until a male colleague, drunk and emboldened, decided to confess to me in front of everyone.
This man was notorious for his shameless flirting and I rejected him politely but firmly.
Feeling humiliated, he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
"I’ve heard all about you. Your rich boyfriend dumped you and is marrying someone else. It’s a miracle anyone would want you, so why act all high and mighty?"
His vulgar tone sent a chill down my spine. I opened my mouth, ready to shut him down, when a shadow moved past me.
In a flash, a fist connected with the man’s face, sending him sprawling to the floor.
Gregory stood over him, radiating cold fury.
"Do you think a scumbag like you has the right to insult my woman?" he said icily.
The room erupted in chaos. My colleagues whistled and cheered, their voices blending into a cacophony of gossip and excitement.