Ferdinand's expression was nothing short of murderous.

"Good for you."

"Why don't you just stay with your little boy toy forever?"

He slammed the door so hard the frame rattled. I watched his back disappear down the hallway, and a hollow ache spread through my chest. But I forced the feeling down.

It's fine. Just get through this. It'll all be over soon.

That evening, I went back to the office, planning to sort through the latest financial reports.

The door was kicked open without warning.

"I thought you were out with those pretty young models because you'd finally moved on." He stepped inside, his voice dripping with contempt. "Turns out you were here waiting for me all along."

"Georgette, did you really think you could get away with using these disgusting tactics against Mabel?"

I froze, completely blindsided. I pulled free of his grip.

"Ferdinand, what the hell are you talking about?"

He sneered and flung a photograph onto my desk.

"A group of men cornered Mabel this afternoon. If my people hadn't shown up when they did, she would've lost more than her dignity. She might have lost the baby."

"Tell me this wasn't you."

I shook my head, bewildered. "That wasn't me—"

"Enough!"

Ferdinand's eyes burned with fury as he glared down at me.

"Those men already confessed. They said you paid them. How long were you planning to keep lying to me?"

He closed the distance between us, his cold smile never wavering, and gripped my chin, forcing my face up.

"Georgette, I never would have imagined it. You used to be so innocent. So kind. What happened to you?"

"If you hadn't drugged Mabel."

"If you hadn't sent her into that private room full of men."

"I never would have crossed paths with her."

"So really, you brought all of this on yourself."

The blood drained from my face. I stared up at him, stunned. "What are you saying? What... I drugged her?"

"Is that what Mabel told you?"

So that was it. That explained everything. The coldness, the hostility, the way he'd looked at me like I was something rotten. All this time, he believed that at the birthday party, I had been the one who drugged Mabel.

That was why he'd treated me with such cruelty.

Ferdinand had been quietly hating me this entire time.

And the whole thing was absurd.

"You still won't admit it?"

"If I hadn't stepped in to clean up your mess, I wouldn't have had to personally act as the antidote and save Mabel myself."

"Come to think of it, I should thank you for playing matchmaker. You're the reason she and I ever met."

"So go ahead. Live with that guilt. Spend the rest of your life knowing what it feels like to lose everything."

He shoved me backward and strode out without a second glance.

I stumbled and hit the cold floor hard.

I watched him leave, turning his last words over and over in my mind, unable to make sense of them.

The next morning, my assistant called in a panic before I'd even finished getting ready.

"Ms. Pruitt, we have a serious problem!"

"Confidential files from your division have been leaked. We don't know by whom. The losses are catastrophic. Your father is furious. He wants this handled immediately."

"What?!"

Ferdinand. His name was the first thing that flashed through my mind.

Since the engagement, our two families had shared information freely as part of the business partnership. Things that were classified to anyone outside the company were things I'd never hidden from him.

I never thought he'd go this far. Not even for Mabel.

But if spending a lifetime with a man like that was the alternative, I'd rather take the loss. Tens of millions. Even a hundred million.

It would be worth every penny.

I didn't want anything to do with him anymore.

I went to find Ferdinand. This time, no matter what it cost me, I was going to end this engagement.

"Ferdinand, let's meet. We need to talk about calling off the engagement."

There was no reply for a long time.

It wasn't until the small hours of the morning that a few words finally appeared.

"Meet me here tomorrow."

He sent an address.

The next day, I didn't think much of it on my way there. But when I arrived and looked around, Ferdinand was nowhere to be seen.

The only person there was Mabel, flanked by several men, walking toward me with slow, deliberate steps.

"Mabel? What are you doing here?"

"Where's Ferdinand?"

Mabel was dressed in a leather jacket. She gave me a cold smile.

"He was busy today, so he sent me instead."

"Georgette, you've got nerve, showing up alone like this. Didn't it ever cross your mind that a meeting like this could go sideways?"

My head snapped up. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Mabel said nothing. She let out a low laugh and flicked her wrist. The hulking men behind her surged toward me, their faces twisted with menace.

A flash of steel. A fruit knife, hidden behind someone's back.

One swift slash. Searing pain tore across my face, and warm liquid dripped down my skin.

They'd cut my face.

"Mabel, what the hell are you doing?"

Mabel shoved me, satisfaction dripping from every pore as she looked down at me.

"Georgette, so what if you were born into privilege? So what if you're the Pruitt family's golden daughter?"

"You still lost to me. Look at you, pathetic as a stray dog."

"I'll let you in on a little secret. Those trade secrets from your company? I'm the one who leaked them."

"I hear Old Mr. Pruitt despises dead weight more than anything. Someone who keeps making a fool of herself over a man, over and over again. Do you honestly think you still have a shot at being the Pruitt heir?"

Her smile sharpened into something vicious and venomous.

"And now I've ruined your face."

"Ferdinand will never marry you."

"But don't blame me. Blame yourself for being so naive, believing anything anyone tells you. Today, I thought it was time you got a taste of real suffering..."

Just as she was about to finish me off, a swarm of bodyguards burst out from the surrounding area.

They closed in, forming a tight circle around Mabel and her thugs.

Mabel stumbled back two steps, the color draining from her face. "What is this?"

I rose to my feet, my gaze cold and level.

"Mabel. Did you really think I'd lose to you that easily?"