Goodbye My Ex

My fiancé's secretary caught the bouquet at my colleague's wedding. She knelt on one knee shyly in front of my fiancé and proposed to him.

"Sheldon, will you marry me?"

My usually aloof fiancé unexpectedly softened, his voice tender as he said, "Yes." Then, with heartfelt affection, he slid the engagement ring that was supposed to be mine onto her finger.

As everyone cheered, the secretary threw her arms around him and winked at me defiantly.

Instead of getting mad, I laughed and took the lead in encouraging them.

"The mood’s perfect—why not seal it with a kiss? Don't forget to set a wedding date so I can prepare my gift!"

As soon as the words fell, a chorus of excited shouts rose from the wedding guests.

"Kiss!"

"Kiss!"

Hearing this, the smile on my fiancé-Sheldon's face froze for a moment.

After clearing his throat awkwardly, he quickly changed the subject.

"Since it's Lisa's big day, Winter and I won't hog the spotlight. We can catch up later."

Sheldon's fake smile faded as he pulled me aside, his expression turning cold.

"Nora, don't go too far!"

"Isn't it just a hot part of the wedding? Why are you being so sarcastic?"

I almost laughed out loud at Sheldon's shamelessness.

What kind of decent fiancé openly flirted with another woman right in front of his fiancée?

Especially someone liked Sheldon, the cold-faced CEO who wouldn't even crack a joke at work.

Before I could respond, his secretary, Winter, spoke up first.

"Nora, you've misunderstood Sheldon."

"I've always liked Sheldon, but I know someone as excellent as him is out of my league."

"Today, Sheldon was just being kind, helping me fulfill my little dream of confessing to him."

Winter deliberately showed off the engagement ring on her finger as she spoke.

A week ago, I found an exquisite ring box in Sheldon's suit pocket.

I knew the brand—it specialized in custom engagement rings.

I was ecstatic as I held up the ring box, expecting a proposal from Sheldon after eight years.

Ironically, the ring didn't even fit my finger.

No wonder Sheldon looked so flustered that day. He then explained.

"The designer must’ve messed up your ring size. I’ll have it adjusted later."

I was so deeply in love with him that I took his word for everything.

But now, seeing the ring fit perfectly on Winter’s finger—like it was tailor-made for her.

I wasn't a fool. How could I have missed it?

When Sheldon slid the ring onto Winter’s hand, everything became clear.

I wasn’t the one he intended to propose to.

Noticing my gaze fixed on her hand, Winter immediately looked flustered and started to take off the ring.

"I-I'm so sorry, Nora. This ring must be yours, right?"

"Sheldon only lent it to me just now to go along with my act."

"I'll return it to you now."

I dropped my gaze and said coolly.

"No need, you keep it. I can't stand using things others have touched."

Hearing this, Sheldon's face turned sour.

"Nora, what do you mean by that?"

I lazily glanced at him and said flatly.

"Exactly what it sounds like. Besides, wasn't that ring originally meant for Winter?"

A flicker of panic crossed Sheldon's eyes. He quickly avoided my gaze and snapped.

"Nora, stop making things up. I already told you, the designer messed up the size."

"It was just a coincidence that the ring fit Winter."

"If you’re upset, I’ll have another custom-made for you, alright?"

A chill ran down my spine.

Sheldon took the meaning of an engagement ring so lightly, so casually—just like he treated our relationship now.

Watching Sheldon go to such lengths to defend Winter, I suddenly felt tired. It all seemed so pointless.

I waved him off dismissively and said with indifference.

"There's no need for all this, Sheldon. Let's just call off the engagement."