Your Company, Not My Life

Summary

Three days into the silent treatment, Derrick—my fiancé and CEO—greenlit his assistant's pitch for a self-driving road trip.

He expected me to flip, like always. I didn't.

A month later, he came back and saw it—I wasn't the same.

He backed Molly, stole my project, and thought I'd explode. I didn't. I just helped her draft the proposal.

He trashed everything I built, just so she could snag her year-end bonus.

I didn't fight back. Took the blame, took the hit.

Molly was all smug. "See? Told you. You can't go at Yara head-on. Give her the silent treatment—she folds.