Ex-boyfriend, Please Accept My Revenge!

After months of sleepless nights, the perfume brand Charm launched by my company finally hit the market and achieved impressive sales performance.

"Monica, you are a great contributor to our company. You are also a wise helper and patron of Mr. Smith!"

The secretary to the president, Alice, looked at me with admiration.

I had been working overtime continuously, without combing my hair or washing my face. My clothes were wrinkled.

But the employees still thought highly of me.

I was the Chief Perfumer. Charm's success solidified all my efforts.

Edison once said, "A genius is made up of 99% effort and 1% talent."

This kind of saying wasn't true at all.

It gave people a strong illusion that they would succeed if they worked hard.

I advised you not to be brainwashed by such sayings.

Everyone deliberately ignored what Edison said afterward.

"But 1% of inspiration is the most important part, which is even more important than 99% of effort."

Perfumer was a profession that relied heavily on one's gift and talent.

The total number of excellent perfumers in the world didn't exceed 500.

"Mr. Smith has contracted a laser curtain wall, and he will propose to you tonight! So, Monica, hurry home. Take a shower, get changed, and get a beautiful hairstyle!"

Alice's tone was full of envy as she said, "Monica, you have accompanied Mr. Smith in starting a business, from a basement to the CBD. Now your career is successful. You also will bear fruits in love. I believe in love again!"

I smiled.

I knew that Henry Smith had been secretive these days. Not only did he contract a laser curtain wall, but he also ordered 9999 roses.

I found it a bit wasteful, but I wouldn't be a bummer by dissuading him.

I had to pretend to be in the dark as I awaited his "surprise".

After changing clothes, I went back to the company. I, who had been disheveled, looked rosy and refreshed.

No one needed to work overtime tonight, but everyone in the company stayed.

Everyone was waiting for the exciting moment to come.

At 8 p.m. ...

The iconic laser curtain wall of the CBD started to shimmer.

Artistic characters, which read, [Celebrating the launch of Charm Perfume!] were projected on it.

Sounds of applause filled the entire office.

A subtitle on the curtain wall continued to flash.

It read, [This is my moment of glory. Although it represents the efforts of many people, I selfishly want to share the joy of success with a woman.]

[She is the driving force behind my entrepreneurship and the source of my inspiration. Without the starlight in her eyes, I will find it meaningful no matter how great my achievement is!]

Everyone applauded even more enthusiastically. Many people were wondering where the male protagonist had gone.

"Monica, go downstairs quickly! Mr. Smith will be waiting for you there!"

Alice pointed to a space in front of the laser curtain wall.

The covered fence opened. Countless fiery red roses formed a heart-shaped pattern.

I was about to go downstairs. The artistic words on the laser curtain wall changed again. It read, [Alana, I love you so much! After wandering for half my lifetime, you are still the dreamy fairy princess in my heart! Can you give me a chance to take care of you?]

My colleagues were all dumbfounded.

Alice looked at me in confusion and asked, "Monica, is Alana your nickname?"

"Of course not."

Before I could explain, Henry's actions revealed an answer.

Dressed in a pure white suit, he looked like a prince and walked into the central position with a woman in a long skirt.

Henry knelt on one knee and confessed to the woman with humility and devotion.

I couldn't hear what he said because of the long distance.

But he should be saying cheesy words like he would be with her all his life.

The laser curtain wall was a famous attraction. Henry's public confession attracted a crowd.

Some took photos, and some cheered.

"Be with him!"

"Marry him!"

The sounds were deafening, which we in an office on the 9th floor could hear clearly.

Everyone in the office was silent.

Everyone looked at me with sympathy, pity, anger, mockery, and gloat.

No one advised me. After all, any word would comfort me at this moment.

Everyone packed up silently and left.

I was the only one standing high and looking at the couple, who were embracing each other under the light curtain.

Not only did Henry arrange fresh flowers, but he also had someone set off purple and red fireworks in the sky.

I was watching them celebrating fervently from upstairs.

But their celebration had nothing to do with me.

The fireworks illuminated the window.

I realized that I had been a steppingstone for someone else.

"Monica Keith, time to wake up from the dream."