My Boyfriend Used the Gift I Prepared to Please His Sweetheart's Parents

I took out the equity division document that I had written long ago and explained, “You, the chairman, are not there and you still want me, an employee, to be there? 

“What's more, we are going to break up soon, so we should divide the equity and do business impartially from now on.”

Marcell stared at me, trying to find evidence that I was joking.

But I remained expressionless, with no room for maneuver.

At last, the realization dawned on him, if I was serious about ending things. 

Panic flickered across Marcell's face as he stammered, “Why would you break up with me out of nowhere? Didn’t you say you wanted to meet my parents? They’re waiting to have dinner with us tonight.

“They have known about us all along and they have always wanted to meet you,” he pressed, his voice rising in desperation. “Can’t you at least give them this courtesy?”

I looked at him, my tone ice-cold. “We have been together for eight years and you never introduced me to them. Now, at the end of it all, you want me to play along? Do you really not see how absurd that is?”

His expression hardened and anger flashing in his eyes as he gritted out, “Fine. You had better keep up this tough act. Don’t come crawling back to me.”

I kept my composure, calmly closing the door in his face, shutting him out for good.

That was the first time that Marcell was turned away by me. 

He raised his hand in frustration, as though he was ready to break the door down, but his phone rang just in time. Without a second thought, he turned and left, abandoning his attempt to reach me.

From the second-floor window, I watched him walk away. A pang of regret stirred in my chest. 

If he had just held on a little longer, maybe I would have softened. But, as always, he left, slipping away when I needed him most.

I stared at my phone, where Monica’s latest post glared back at me

[I called my childhood sweetheart over with just one call. It feels so good to be cared for by a busy person.]

The screenshot showed Marcell’s reply too.

[Marcell: I will be there soon.] 

Her note was simple, yet pointed, ‘Honey.’

Almost immediately, mutual friends began messaging, asking if everything was all right. I gave the same answer to each.

[Carla: We’ve broken up. I wish them a happy marriage.]

What I did not expect was that even though I was planning to break up quietly, some people still would not let me go.

The hospital called and said that my father’s medical expenses for that month had not been paid and it had been delayed for several days.

So, I checked my bank card and found that the month's salary had not been credited.

I angrily called the company's finance department, but there was no answer.

I have worked like a slave for Marcell for so many years and my salary was lower than that of most leaders.

That day was supposed to be payday, but it had not arrived yet.

Everyone in the company knew about Marcell and me. They also knew the company’s current success was built on my relentless work and dedication. 

So, when I noticed my salary had been lower, the motive was obvious. It was Marcell’s doing, no doubt. 

With that realization, I dialed Marcell immediately, but the call went unanswered. 

As frustration boiled over, I drove straight to the company, determined to confront him, only to be stopped at the entrance by security.

Monica was wearing a high-end dress and had a general manager's ID card hanging around her neck. 

When she saw me, she was very surprised, “Haven't you been fired? Why are you still coming to the company?”

I suppressed my anger and asked, “When was I fired? How come I did not know?”

Monica spread her hands and smiled, “Didn't you want to break up with Marcell yesterday? This company is his. If he wants to fire you, does he have to ask you for permission?”

I clenched my fists and wanted to slap her.

But my father was still in the ICU of the hospital and I had to pay the medical bills on time every month.

So, I gritted my teeth and looked at her, “Let me into the company. Even if I have to leave, Marcell has to fire me personally. I also demand that all my wages and compensation be paid immediately!”

Before Monica opened her mouth, a man's sneer reached her ears.

Marcell sneered, "If you want to get back together, that's fine. I knew you could not bear to leave me. If you had just let me in yesterday, we would not be here. But now the company lost a key client because of your actions and I had no choice but to fire you. 

“If you apologize, I will reconsider. But don’t expect to return as general manager, that position is now Monica’s. You will report to her as her assistant.”

I laughed, clapping slowly, every sound echoing in the room, “Marcell, you truly outdid yourself. Not only did you cheat, but now you want me to be the assistant to your mistress? Are you out of your mind?”

The word ‘cheat’ caught the attention of everyone nearby and Marcell’s cheeks turned red. 

“What nonsense! There’s no cheating, no mistress. Monica and I have never crossed a line, so stop making things up!” he yelled in frustration.

I pointed at the matching rings on their fingers, my voice unwavering. 

“You say you didn’t cheat, but aren’t those couple rings? Cheating isn’t just physical; emotional betrayal counts too,” I sneered.