He Gave My Seat to His Assistant

Synopsis

It was 1 AM when my fiancé, David Quinn, came to pick me up from my night shift at the hospital. His assistant, Emily Stone, was already sitting in the front seat. She had his cashmere scarf wrapped around her neck and was holding the thermos I bought him. When she saw me, she rolled the window down halfway. "Nora, I'm really sorry. My stomach hurts. If I sit in the back, I'll throw up." David stayed in the driver's seat. He didn't get out. "Emily had some tests done. She's not feeling well. You're both women. Cut her some slack." I gripped the door handle. The smell of hand sanitizer was still fresh on my skin. "Then where am I supposed to sit?" David frowned. "In the back." Emily immediately turned her head. "Nora, do you want the front? I can try to tough it out in the back." She said that, but she pulled her seatbelt tighter. David's voice turned cold. "Nora, don't give her a hard time. She's a patient." "Okay." I nodded and closed the car door softly. He probably thought I would get in the back. Instead, I turned and walked straight back into the hospital. Five minutes later, I sent him a message: [We're done. The wedding is off.]