Chapter 1

Tristan Cole, who insisted he would never marry, gave me a diamond ring on our eighth anniversary.

I thought he'd finally changed his mind and wanted to marry me.

Just as I was about to excitedly post it on Instagram, I saw a post his assistant Willow Reed had made one minute earlier.

The caption read: Thanks to my boss for buying an eleven-carat pink diamond and having it made into a ring for me. Best boss in the world! The leftover scraps can go to the garbage collector.

In the photo, Willow was sweetly leaning on Tristan's shoulder.

I looked down at the less-than-one-carat diamond on my finger.

That's when I realized—what I thought was a treasure was just someone else's trash.

I rushed to the restaurant where Willow was and caught them embracing, about to leave.

Tristan frowned and snapped at me impatiently, "Can you stop being so paranoid? I'm just having dinner with an employee and you have to spy on me? Don't you understand that men need their space?"

If this were before, I would've argued with him until he came home with me immediately.

But now, I just threw the ring at his face.

"Fine. You're completely free now."