My ex broke my heart; But his brother fixed it

Fanny’s Pov I caught my ex f*****g my best friend a few hours ago. Her legs hung in the air, her head flung back as he did things he had never done to me before. Joseph and I have been dating for five years. We met in college, and it was love at first sight. Sophie, on the other hand, had been my best friend since high school. We were inseparable She would stand up for me against bullies and that formed a bond. My knight in shining armor. I used to call her that. We got into the same college just to be together. After I met Joseph, the millionaire who was a student in the school, I wouldn't shut up about it. I didn't know that I was jealous of myself. How could she be jealous? She was like a sister. To be sure, everything I have is hers as well. Well…except Joseph, and that was what she wanted, not the money, not the gifts , not the money, him. Joseph proposed to me when it was our third year of college. He promised that we would get married once college was over, but that was last year. Now I'm twenty-four years old. And no wedding. I had never even met any of his family members, I would ask, and he would brush it off, saying that it wasn't the right time. Had I been such a fool? He had been cheating all along. How come the only thing I knew about my fiancé was his father's bank account. The feeling of betrayal stung like a thousand bees. Like they were being stabbed multiple times in the chest. I got a job as a secretary at Golden Stitch Fashion Group a week ago. It was a company tasked with coming up with designs for trendy clothes and making them. It was one of the biggest companies in America. Joseph had thought I'd be working late and that was why he didn't care about locking the doors when he screwed Sophie. But the acting CEO had left early to get the new CEO who was moving from London, so I left early as well. I walked into the shop. Where else could I go? I lived with Joseph and had no other home to go to. While my mother had died when she birthed me, dad died of cancer when I was just in my second year of college. Ironically, Sophie had been a good friend and stuck by my side through it all. So now I'm an orphan with no fiancé or best friend. I was alone in the world. The office lights were off as everybody had gone to their respective homes. My feet echoed as I walked past. I remember a mini hidden bedroom in the CEO's office. Maybe I could stay there for the night. My phone buzzed and suddenly began to ring. It was Joseph. He had sent multiple texts but I answered none. I ignored the call and pulled away some strands of blond hair that had stuck to my face. My eyes were swollen, and my cheeks were red. As I walked into the elevator to the boss' office, my phone rang again. I groaned as I swiped across the screen and placed it on my ear, “Joseph, what do you want?,” my voice cracked. “Where are you? I'm coming to get you,” “Joseph, we are over,” I choked. “Fanny, don't lie to yourself, you love me and you have your years. What you saw tonight was nothing. Sophie and I are…just …sex, nothing else.” Tears streamed down my cheeks, “You cheated on me Joseph,” I sniffed, “You have been cheating for years,” “You were waiting for marriage, Fanny, you are a kid, and I’m not either. Why wait?,” My heart felt like a rope that was being pulled. “If you had a problem with it, you could have just told me,” I cried, “I would have gotten out of my comfort zone for you,” He sighed, “Come home Fanny,” I hated that I considered going back home. “f**k it back home now and pretend none of this happened,” He said it like he had done nothing. How could a man I have dated for years seem like an angel? Now I have seen him as the monster he was. A cheater. A lair. Now everything had added up, he would come home later than usual, he would smell of women's perfume, he would have secret phone calls. I should have known , but I trusted him too much. Ding. The elevator doors slid open, and I walked down the hall towards the CEO's office. As I walked in, I shut the door behind me and reached for the switch on the wall. The office lit up instantly. It was just as I had left it. The acting CEO had left some files scattered on the table before he went out. I hadn't arranged it either because I was in a hurry to see my fiancé. The devil's incarnate. I tossed my purse on one of the couches in the office and walked to the table to fix the files. When I finished, I walked into the mini bedroom in the boss's office. Sometimes the CEO would have to stay over if there was too much work to do and the mini came in handy. Well, it wasn't that mini if it was big enough to contain a king-sized bed, a refrigerator and a bathroom. I sniffed, forcing my what was back in as I moved to grab a few blankets from the closet. “Who are you?,” a man's voice said. I shrieked, and my head flung up. I looked around the place, nobody in sight. “Behind you,” the voice said, horse and commanding. I turned back to see a man dressed in a pants suit and a white button-up sleeve. His sleeves were rolled up to reveal his veiny arms, his shirt was slightly buttoned down, revealing the skin on his chest. His suit jacket and tie lay on the bed and a file was clutched in his hand. How didn't I see him when I walked in? His hair was black, and it rested on his forehead majestically, “Who are you and how did you get in here?,” he asked. “W…who are you?,” I stuttered. He tossed the file on the bed and began to approach me, “I'm the CEO of Golden Stick fashion group. Now, who the hell are you and why the f**k are you in here?,” he growled. He…is the new boss? Why was he here so late at night? He was supposed to be introduced to everyone in the morning.