After Breaking Up, I Returned Home as a Wealthy Heiress

"We're about to tie the knot, and you're just now realizing we're not on the same wavelength?" I looked at Brian, heart sinking, yet hoping he'd pull through.

"Yeah, my mom's been on about it—you tearing away from your family isn't a good look." Brian's tone was icy as if he was talking about someone else's problems.

Shocked, I just stared at him, seeing him as if for the first time in a harsh new light.

I'd abandoned a fortune at Titan Corp for him, but ironically, it was Titan Corp that showed me his true colors.

"Alright, let's end this. I wouldn't want to drag down your bright future!"

I was about to add more, but Brian cut in first.

"Get your stuff out by tomorrow. My mom's having guests over for dinner."

My mouth fell open, the words I'd planned choked back by tears as I retreated.

The next morning, the doorbell snapped me out of my thoughts.

Opening the door to find Linda there snapped me back to reality.

Linda, Brian's mother, had always looked down on me since I had no family backing after my fallout with my own.

Even as we planned our wedding, she suggested he date around a bit more. I knew but trusted Brian enough not to confront it.

Little did I expect that she'd set up a blind date so soon after our split.

"You're still here? Clinging to my son like some deadbeat?" Linda's glare was like she was evicting a squatter.

Brian came at the sound and quickly ushered Linda inside, ignoring my dismay.

"She'll be done packing soon. When's Rosie coming?" he asked, barely containing his excitement.

Rosie? I knew her from Brian's contacts as a distant cousin he hadn't spoken to in ages. I had never doubted his word. Turns out, she was the date Linda had arranged.

My eyes widened in shock as I looked at Brian, who initially seemed guilty but quickly adopted a smug expression as if affirming his superiority that I couldn't compare.

I wanted to fight back, to argue, but realized it was futile—better to just cut my losses.

While packing, I flipped through our travel albums. What used to be cherished memories now seemed like mere distractions during his search for something better.

"Ding-dong!"

The doorbell rang again, yanking me back to the present.

I could hear Linda's bubbly tone, realizing Rosie had just arrived. I peeked out to get a better look at her.

Well-spoken, attractive, and statuesque—no wonder Linda was fond of her.

Thinking back on the years I scrimped and saved with Brian, barely bothering with makeup, it was clear why he'd strayed.

Our eyes met just as Rosie looked around—there was no avoiding the confrontation now. I had to step out and greet her,

"Hi, Rosie. I'm Olivia Green, Brian's..."

"Brian's housekeeper!" Linda cut in before I could finish, clearly defining my role.