Marrying My Boyfriend's Sworn Enemy

Synopsis

"Darren, I'm getting married," I said. It was our sixth year together. I calmly dropped this bombshell in the CEO's office of the company he built from scratch, now valued at thirty million. He was standing in front of the massive floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the taller, flashier building across the street. That belonged to his archrival, Bruce Crawford. My voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to make him flinch and snap out of his thoughts. He turned around, his brow instinctively creased in annoyance at being interrupted, but he quickly smoothed it out, replacing it with a half-hearted look of concern. He said, "Dorothy, you know the company is at a critical stage of financing. I don't have the time..." "It's fine," I interrupted him, smiling calmly. Darren had misunderstood. I was getting married, but not to him. I looked at him, the man I'd loved for six years, or maybe the man I'd devoted myself to for six years. From our college days, when he wore faded T-shirts and dreamed about the future with me, to now, dressed in a custom suit worth thousands, treating me like his subordinate. I did his laundry, cooked his meals, stayed up all night writing code for him, and even used the compensation from the only house my parents left me to help him start his business. He made it, becoming the famous Mr. Cooper everyone admired. And me? I was still the one cleaning his mess, his full-time maid, his free chief technician, his assistant on call 24/7, but never his fiancée. My gaze drifted past him, out the massive floor-to-ceiling window, a self-mocking smile tugging at my lips. The direction he'd been staring off into was toward Bruce's company. He didn't know that Bruce's legal department was reviewing my prenuptial agreement with Bruce.