The Last Time I Loved Him (Autumn and Ryan) novel Chapter 85

Love Story8-Chapter 1

Dad acted swiftly, immediately shutting down the private airport and arranging a fleet of cars to pick me up. Meanwhile, the celebration at the venue continued. Ethan even posted a group photo in the company chat:

"We're already at the airport. Thank you all for your hard work today. Rest up and take care!"

The chat instantly buzzed with excitement:

"Did you see the group photo? Where is that? It looks so luxurious!"

"That's the Smith family's private tarmac! Do you know how exclusive that place is? It's not about money; you need status to set foot there!"

"Ms. White and our boss are such a perfect match. Did you see them on stage today? I was so moved I could hardly breathe!"

Moved? Al I felt was revulsion.

Ethan tried to explain it away to the team, claiming it was just a moment of uncontrollable excitement and asking everyone not to misunderstand. As for Alice White, she even had the audacity to grab my hand afterward, pretending to be concerned:

"Don't take it to heart. It was just a polite expression of emotion."

But the company was already abuzz with speculation.

Soon, a group of senior employees gathered around me, speaking loudly enough for everyone nearby to hear:

"Ms. White is capable, comes from an influential family-she'd make the perfect wife for our boss. Imagine how far we'd all soar with her by his side!"

"But there's someone stubbornly clinging to her spot, a parasite dragging things down."

I clenched my fists tightly. Before I could respond, the intern who usually shadowed me leaned over and whispered, "Ms. Smith, don't listen to them. You're the one who truly deserves to be the boss's wife."

Ten years. For ten years, I had silently supported Ethan as he built this company from the ground up. I even sought help from my parents, securing critical resources for him behind the scenes. And yet, not just Ethan, but this entire company now treated me like I was disposable.

They mocked me, calling me a parasite, accusing me of clinging to him and using marriage as a bargaining chip. They ridiculed me for allegedly pressuring him to marry me.

And I tolerated it all-for the sake of harmony, for the sake of his dream, which I once believed in too.