My Fiancée Drank From Her Assistant’s Glass, So I Ended Our Engagement — Novel

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Cheryl Delgado has always been the center of Drew Dickerson's world. Childhood sweethearts turned corporate power couple, their lives are intricately entwined—until one fateful night at a company dinner shatters that illusion. When Drew witnesses Cheryl sharing a moment of intimacy with her new assistant, Douglas, everything changes. A seemingly trivial act—a sip from a shared glass—sparks a confrontation that reveals deeper rifts in their relationship.

As tensions rise, Drew's calm facade begins to crack. He's tired of being dismissed, tired of watching Cheryl prioritize Douglas over him. What happens when the foundation of their twenty-year relationship crumbles under the weight of jealousy and betrayal? With a heart full of unresolved feelings, Drew makes a shocking decision that leaves both of them reeling.

But as he steps away from the life they built together, the question looms: can love survive the harsh light of reality, or have they crossed a line they can never return from? As the stakes grow higher, both Drew and Cheryl must confront their true desires—and the consequences of their choices. Will they find a way back to each other, or is this the end of the road?

My Fiancée Drank From Her Assistant’s Glass, So I Ended Our EngagementChapter 1

At the company dinner, Cheryl Delgado sat down next to her male assistant.

Right in front of me, she peeled shrimp for him with an intimacy that was impossible to miss.

Then she picked up his wine glass and drank from it like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The next day, I found her. My voice was calm.

"Effective today, I'm stepping down from the board."

"Also, our arranged engagement, the one our families set up when we were kids. Let's call it off."

She blinked. Then she let out a sharp, mocking laugh.

"Over something this trivial? You're throwing another tantrum?"

"Drew Dickerson, how old are you? Seriously, grow up."

Twenty years. Childhood sweethearts for twenty years. Everyone knew how much she meant to me.

She was certain I'd never let go.

What she didn't know was that this time, I meant every word.

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Cheryl slammed the folder in her hand onto the desk, her red lips curving into a contemptuous smirk.

She wore a sharply tailored white suit today, the fabric setting off her porcelain skin.

But those beautiful almond-shaped eyes held nothing but impatience.