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When my boyfriend Ethan died in a car crash, his last words were a plea for me to take care of his younger brother, Noah. I put Noah through college and helped him build his startup from the ground up. But after a drunken night at a business dinner, we ended up in my bed. I spent days agonizing over what we were to each other now. Then, I saw it: a photo of me and a diamond engagement ring sitting on his office desk. My heart pounded. I pushed open the door to his private lounge, ready to finally define our relationship. The moment the door swung open, a white camisole landed right at my feet. His female assistant called out, her voice dripping with fake timidity. "Claire? Could you hand me my top?" The raw hostility in her eyes didn't escape me. I didn't say a word. I just tossed the camisole onto the bed, turned on my heel, and fled the office. The moment I stepped out of the building, my phone rang. It was Noah. "Claire, do me a favor. Stop barging into my office like that." I forced a smile and agreed. From that day on, I never stepped foot into his world again.