After Becoming Mortal Enemies

It was not like I had some sudden epiphany or divine intervention. I just happened to find out that he came from a wealthy family and was here at our company to gain experience before eventually taking over the family business.

No wonder he looked down on me – we were from totally different worlds.

Going back to my normal self wasn’t so much a realization as it was just accepting reality.

I thought we could just get along like regular colleagues, but things started taking some bizarre turns.

First, I started publicly clashing with him in front of our coworkers, and then I inadvertently undermined him in front of our boss.

I swear, I wasn’t doing it on purpose.

But to Chase, I was the bitter, jealous woman who was out for revenge because I couldn’t have him.

So, when a client he had been nurturing for a long time unexpectedly visited the company, and he was on leave, our boss assigned me to handle it.

Luck was on my side again. Following the principle of “clients first”, I somehow managed to charm the client, who immediately agreed to sign the contract.

I was dumbfounded and tried to push back, saying I didn’t have all the necessary information and suggested we should wait for Chase to come back.

Our boss wasn’t having it. He insisted it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. After finally landing this tricky client, he pressured me to sign immediately.

I had no choice but to go along with it.

Well, it was clear I had really landed myself in hot water with Chase.

Initially, I felt pretty guilty and planned to explain things to him once he got back, and maybe even treat him to a meal as an apology.

But he brought up the old issues, and I had to retaliate.

Word was, Chase was having his engagement party at the city’s most luxurious hotel today.

That was why Chase had taken these days off.

I knew this was my chance to execute my sabotage plan.

I carefully did my makeup like a bride and put on a bright red engagement dress. Then I headed straight to the hotel.

At the engagement party, the couple looked blissfully happy. The small gathering seemed to mostly consist of the bride-to-be’s family.

Chase’s family didn’t approve of the marriage, so it turned out that he was quite the rebellious youth.

Without giving it too much thought, I just went up and started my act.

I played the role of a quietly heartbroken lover, not taking the route of a shrew.

I walked straight up to the stage and looked at Chase.

He and the bride-to-be were both looking bewildered.

I put on a sorrowful expression. “I came here today to ask you – are you choosing me or her?”

Chase’s face darkened. “Windy, what on earth are you doing?”

“So, you’ve chosen her, haven’t you?” I continued, looking as though I was about to cry.

Everyone around looked confused, and the bride-to-be’s parents were frowning at the scene.

The bride-to-be glared at Chase. “Who is she?”

The place was buzzing, with everyone’s attention locked on the drama of having two brides. The guests couldn’t help but watch the spectacle unfold.

Chase was thrown off by my sudden drama and tried to calm down the bride-to-be. “Stay calm, I’ll handle this.”

The bride slapped his chest. “You’d better give me an explanation.”

Chase’s brow furrowed deeply, and I sensed a storm brewing as he turned to me. “Are you going to leave on your own, or should I have the security throw you out?”

For that 60,000 dollars, I was all in. “Leave? So you really did choose her. What does she have that I don’t? Youth? Beauty? Money?”

Chase’s face was stony as he said, “I’ll count to three. If you don’t stop making a scene, I promise you’ll be carried out.”

I threw caution to the wind, looked down at my red dress, and said, “If you choose her, I’m stepping aside.”

Two security guards quickly appeared and started dragging me out.

I kept up my performance, shouting, “Don’t drag me. I’ll leave on my own, but before I go, I need to mourn my lost love.”

The bride-to-be’s parents stood up, their serious faces finally breaking. They couldn’t hold back and said, “What’s going on? Is this what you call an engagement? This is nonsense.”

And with that, they left, their expressions cold.

That was exactly the reaction I wanted.

As the security threw me out the door, I continued lamenting, “Why, why did you have to do this to me?”

With the way things were going, it looked like the engagement party was going to be a bust.