After His Best Lover Returns, I Live My Own Protagonist Life

After building the company from scratch, the mistress showed up, trying to take over, while my fiancé threatened to kick me out.

"Why can't you be more tolerant?"

I turned and posted the mistress's taunting message on social media, making sure everyone knew about it.

Soon after, the scumbag's company went bankrupt, and he was on his knees, begging me to take him back.

"Please, give me another chance. I was wrong."

But I had already moved on and found someone new, starting my fresh and exciting life.

1

After a business dinner that led to stomach bleeding, everyone called me a workaholic.

My boyfriend held me close and promised.

"Gloria Smith, don't worry. I'll marry you for sure."

But a week after I was hospitalized, everything at the company had changed. My fiancé, Martin Green, had a new secretary by his side.

The mistress, scheming to take my place.

Everyone whispered that Martin's high school crush had returned from abroad, eagerly watching the drama unfold between the three of us.

When I walked into my old office, a young, beautiful woman was sitting at my desk.

She was dressed provocatively, her long, slim legs wrapped in black stockings, carelessly draped over my desk. Seeing me, she smirked and said.

"Manager Smith, the president gave me your office. Hope you don't mind, do you?"

Gossiping colleagues crowded around, quietly warning me, "She swooped in as soon as you left, demanding your office."

"You'd better be careful. Emma Jones is trouble. She has been stirring things up all week."

"The last secretary was pushed out by her. Now, she is the only one by Mr. Green's side."

I remained calm, silently grabbed a broom, and knocked her legs off the desk.

With a shriek, she tumbled to the floor.

"What are you doing, Gloria?"

A furious voice came from behind me. Martin stormed over, scooping Emma off the ground.

His face was full of concern for her, but when he turned to me, his expression turned to rage.

"Explain yourself."

Emma's expression seemed to change at this moment. Her arrogance vanished instantly, clinging to Martin's sleeve, sobbing.

"Martin, don't be mad. Gloria must have misunderstood because you lent me the office. She didn't mean it..."

Martin glared at me, his eyes filled with discontent.

"Gloria, know your place. I'm the boss here, and I'll give this office to whoever I want. Who are you to tell me what to do?"

I folded my arms, staring at the stranger in front of me, feeling only a cold detachment.

Back in college, Martin and I were classmates. He noticed the core technology I had and proposed a business partnership.

At the time, my family was going through some financial difficulties, so I agreed.

Later, the company grew bigger than we ever imagined, and naturally, Martin and I ended up together.

A few days ago, an old college friend called out of the blue, telling me Martin had been desperate to make money back then because his high school crush dumped him for being poor.

The friend warned me that the ex was returning and to be on guard.

I crossed my arms and watched Martin gently comfort Emma, ignoring me completely, feeling like laughing at the absurdity of it all.

"Stop crying, or that little scratch will heal itself," I said, handing my bag to my assistant and pulling up a chair, smirking.

"I haven't seen you for a few days. What a surprise, Mr. Green. You've brought your mistress straight to my face."

Martin froze, his brows furrowing.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Emma is just my neighbor from childhood. She couldn't find a job after coming back, so I let her work here."

"Oh, a childhood friend too? How sweet."

I shot back sarcastically.

Emma looked at me with pitiful eyes, as if I had really wronged her.

"Gloria, Martin and I have nothing going on. I'll give you the office back, but you can't accuse me without proof!"

Ha, calling him Martin so sweetly and still playing innocent? What a perfect little white lotus.

With a dramatic sigh, she stood up from Martin's arms and began packing up her desk, acting all stubborn and proud.

Of course, Martin couldn't bear to see his delicate flower being treated unfairly.

He grabbed Emma's hand, turning to me with a cold tone.

"Gloria, why can't you be more accommodating? Is an office worth all this fuss?"

My heart felt like it was being grabbed and torn apart by a huge hand, and I could barely breathe, but I still managed to fight back.

"Oh, are you talking about accommodation? Do you think this is ancient times where I'm the wife making room for your concubine?"

"Martin, have you lost your mind?"