I Hit the Jackpot After She Pushed Me Away

On our seventh year anniversary, my girlfriend, Rachel Winters, forces me to drink a glass of drugged champagne before dumping me onto the bed of an 80-year-old widow.

"It's Bryon's first time attending a business meeting. He's still pure and oblivious, so he doesn't know how to satisfy an older widow's insatiable desire.

"I have no choice but to ask you to seal this business deal on his behalf. Think of this as your way of helping me repay Bryon's family for raising me since young.

"Don't worry, Corey. No one will know about this."

After that, Rachel turns off the lights and leaves the room while ignoring my pleas for help.

But the next day, the video of me and the widow going at it is spread across the Internet. My colleagues look down on me for resorting to such underhanded methods just to get promoted. They can't believe that I'm able to stomach the idea of sleeping with an 80-year-old widow.

Thanks to the video, the company's reputation is greatly affected. Rachel holds a press conference immediately to address the issue.

I thought she'd defend me, but I didn't expect her to change her tune.

"I've already discussed this matter with the Dalton family. Corey Dalton shall take responsibility for what he's done to the widow. As for me, I will get engaged to Bryon Parson."

I feel as though lightning has struck me on the spot.

I've founded this company with Rachel and has stuck by her side through thick and thin, resulting in us rising as the new-time business moguls. But in the end, she decides to ditch me.

"Corey, if you really want to stay by my side, you can remain as my side piece. In exchange, I'll help you shake that old woman off your tail."

As I meet Rachel's smug gaze, I shake my head decisively.

"I've already thought things through and decided that I'll be marrying the widow."

I was completely stunned the moment my girlfriend, Rachel Winters, announced that she was getting engaged to Bryon Parson.

I yelled at her hysterically.

"Why won't you speak the truth? He was the one who offended that widow, which was why he was forced to sleep with her in the first place! But you drugged me and forced me to take his place!"

Hundreds of cameras immediately pointed toward me as if I was just a circus monkey who'd gone mad.

Rachel just looked at me calmly and said, "Bullshit. What proof do you have?"

That was all it took to silence me.

The people around me wouldn't stop snickering.

I remember how I had once been falsely accused of being a Peeping Tom in the women's bathroom back when I was still in college. The student body then forced me to publicly apologize onstage so that I would be despised by the entire college.

However, Rachel, the college belle, was the only one who believed me when I said I wasn't the one who did it and stood up for my innocence. We had only met each other twice before that.

She had been my salvation since then.

I got madly infatuated with her and pursued her for four years after that.

Now, the same scene was happening all over again, but things were heading in a completely different direction this time.

The reporters immediately shoved their microphones into my face as they yelled questions at me.

"How could you even think of having a one-night-stand with an 80-year-old widow when you already have a girlfriend as beautiful as Ms. Winters?"

"Did you just have a change in taste? Or are you really a sick psychopath after all, Corey Dalton?"

"How could you even bear to prey on an 80-year-old widow like that? She could already be your grandmother at her age!"

They kept repeating their malicious questions at me, forcing me to answer.

I looked at Rachel.

She just looked back at me with a calm expression on her face, watching the drama unfold like she was a complete outsider.

"I am the victim!" I exclaimed, gritting my teeth in anger.

Then, I fled the scene amidst the overwhelming ridicule, returning to the office with a livid expression on my face.

I thought of asking the company's deputy CEO, Steven Armstrong, to clear things up for me. He and I were good buddies who went way back, after all. He once promised me that he would always take my side no matter what happened, and I could always count on him.

Just as I'd stepped into the company, however, Bryon immediately came over to me, fell to his knees, and grabbed hold of my legs as he wept and groveled.

"I'm sorry, Corey! You can yell at me or hit me if you want to, but please don't blame it on Rach! It's all my fault! Please, can't you just forgive me?"

He wouldn't stop groveling and sobbing as he apologized to me on his knees.

I froze at once.

However, I soon caught the malicious glint in his eyes.

Before I could react, I suddenly heard Rachel's furious voice behind me.

"Corey Dalton! How could you be so vicious and wicked? Is this all you know, bullying the weak? You're such a coward in public, but yet, you dare to bully an intern like Bryon as soon as you're behind closed doors!"