Chapter 1

The company went on a team-building trip to Colmar.

I found out my boyfriend was planning to propose during the sunset.

But that evening, he knelt before someone else with a ring in his hand.

“Skyler, I want to be a dad to this baby. Will you marry me?"

Skyler, the woman Foster had been pining over for ten years.

I watched the two of them embrace in the sunset's afterglow.

I turned and booked a trip for three days later, then went home to start dating.

Until a year later, when we met again back home, Foster grabbed me, eyes bloodshot.

"Juniper, you're finally back. Don't leave me again..."

"Your trip will depart from Colmar in three days."

"Ms. Juniper, have a pleasant journey. Goodbye."

I had just confirmed my flight details with the staff.

I heard my assistant's voice from behind.

"Juniper, we need to head back."

Foster was already carefully helping Skyler away.

The news of his proposal to the ex-girlfriend of a DC bigshot had gone viral.

Everyone said he had finally won the heart of his dream girl after ten years.

Little did they know, I was his girlfriend of six years.

That afternoon, when I found a custom-made wedding ring in Foster's pocket.

I was thrilled, thinking he remembered I wanted a sunset proposal.

Now, I was slapped in the face.

His love and the ring belonged to someone else.

As the car pulled away from the town, Foster called.

He barked into the phone.

"I want chestnut and chicken soup in half an hour."

He hung up before I could refuse.

I was stunned for a moment.

I realized that chestnut and chicken soup is perfect for pregnant women.

I opened WeChat and looked through our chat history.

I found that Foster had been talking about drinking all kinds of tonic soups for the past three months.

It slowly dawned on me.

Had he already decided to be a stepdad back then?

Half an hour later, I arrived at his estate with the chicken soup.

His buddies from the team-building trip were sitting in the living room.

The lively atmosphere instantly died down when they saw me.

They always treated me, his secretary, like Foster's lapdog.

Now, they sized me up with knowing smiles, waiting for my humiliation.

Foster had Skyler half-embraced in his arms in the main seat.

He nonchalantly took the chicken soup. "You're just in time."

He gestured towards a few glasses of hard liquor on the table.

"Skyler can't drink it. You're good with alcohol. Drink it for her."

Foster didn't even look at me, as if it were nothing.

He had forgotten that I was allergic to alcohol, only remembering that Skyler couldn't drink.

It was as if I was just a tool to take the blame.

Suddenly, I wanted an explanation for the last six years.

I couldn't help but speak.

"Foster, shouldn't you explain the proposal today?"

The expressions on everyone's faces were subtle.

Anyone could see Foster's favoritism towards Skyler.

Sure enough, Foster focused on feeding her chicken soup, and said.

"Juniper, we'll talk about it later. Don't ruin the mood."

At that moment, my last hope for him disappeared.

I'd been his secretary for six years, helping him deal with countless scandals.

But this time, I suddenly felt exhausted.

I swallowed the bitterness in my heart, picked up a glass, and drank it down.

"Congratulations to Mr. Foster and Ms. Skyler. May you live happily ever after and have children soon."

They thought I would make a scene, but they didn't expect me to be so calm.

After all, in the past.

As long as I confronted Skyler, I would explode.

Foster seemed used to it too, watching me hysterically with a cold eye.

Afterward, he would casually send a gift, and I would forgive him like a fool.

I couldn't remember how many times I'd argued with him over Skyler since she returned home.

After each cold war, I would sort out my feelings alone.