I Was His Future Wife, But She Was His Perfect Match

Chapter 3

Last night, with my heart full of hope and anticipation for the future, I slept better than I had in years.

The next morning, I walked into the office building with my resignation letter in hand. My steps were steady and calm.

The moment I submitted my paperwork, furious shouting erupted from the conference room.

The company's most important merger project, the deal that could determine its future, had suffered a catastrophic data error right before the final submission deadline.

The client was furious. They publicly tore into the team and demanded an explanation.

"Your company's data errors are completely unacceptable! If you can't provide a reasonable solution today, we'll terminate every contract immediately! I'll enforce every clause in the agreement and make sure your company pays every penalty fee owed!"

The entire office fell into chaos.

Senior management and the project team immediately began retracing every step of the process. The department director urgently called me into the conference room to assist with the investigation.

Everyone gathered around the screens, desperately searching through the data.

York was also reviewing the original files. Within minutes, he found the source of the problem.

Every incorrect section of data could be traced back to the analysis reports that Summer had personally prepared and submitted.

York looked around the room.

Everyone else was still searching blindly, with no idea where the mistake had come from.

Beside him, Summer stared at her computer screen in panic. Her face turned pale as she leaned toward him, her voice trembling with tears.

"York, I don't know what happened. How could I have made such a careless mistake? I'm scared... If everyone finds out this was my fault, my entire career will be ruined."

Seeing her on the verge of breaking down, York didn't hesitate.

He immediately stopped the investigation and announced loudly, "I found it. The problem came from this report. This report was finalized during Xenia's quality review. The data error happened because she failed to properly check the information."

Everyone in the room gasped.

I froze.

Then I immediately spoke up. "What? I was never responsible for the final review of this project. This wasn't my job..."

Before I could finish, York interrupted me coldly, "Xenia, stop making excuses. When you make a mistake at work, the right thing to do is admit it instead of pushing the blame onto someone else."

"Exactly. If Mr. Grant says it's your fault, then it must be your fault. Just admit it and move on."

"You can't even take responsibility for your own mistake, yet you're arguing in front of everyone? That's completely unprofessional."

"Just admit it already. You're wasting everyone's time."

The accusations came from every direction.

I stood there, drowning in everyone's judgment, unable to defend myself.

But York didn't care about my situation at all.

Without hesitation, he and Summer immediately worked together, reviewing the report and fixing every data error.

Together, they resolved the crisis and saved the company's critical merger deal.

News of their teamwork spread throughout the entire company.

Everyone praised them as the perfect partners, the ones who had turned a disaster into a victory.

Meanwhile, all the blame fell on me.

Behind my back, coworkers whispered that I was incompetent, that I had almost destroyed the company because of my poor work.

Under the pressure, the department director suspended all of my current projects and ordered me to stop everything immediately. I was told to write a formal statement taking full responsibility for the entire incident.

That was when I finally understood.

In York's heart, Summer would always be the person he wanted to protect. She was the one who could make mistakes and still receive endless forgiveness.

And me?

I was nothing more than an outsider.

Someone he could sacrifice whenever it was convenient.

He would never stand on my side.

So I stopped wasting my time explaining.

I went straight to HR and asked them to process my resignation as quickly as possible.

Behind me, quiet whispers followed. They said I was running away because I knew I was guilty. They said I was too afraid to face the consequences.

I didn't care.

Not about their accusations. Not about their unfair judgment.

I was almost free.

I was finally ready to chase the life that truly belonged to me.