
Before the 4th of July holiday week, I lost my job, and my fiancé, Ethan Whitmore, offered me a position at his company.
He had always valued competence. He often said, "The more capable you are, the more responsibility you should take on."
When an intern landed a project, he promoted them to manager on the spot.
When his childhood sweetheart, Avery Collins, delivered results, he was even willing to give her an off-cycle raise.
But when it came to me, he said he had to "avoid the impression of nepotism".
A coworker said my proposal could rescue a project that was losing money.
Ethan frowned. "You just happened to catch the market at the right time."
When the department director put me forward for a promotion, he stalled on approving it.
"As my fiancée, you have to be extra careful not to look like the company plays favorites."
I thought he was only trying to avoid office gossip.
It wasn't until the meeting ended that I heard him instruct his assistant, "Sienna Parker doesn't need to remain in her current position. Move her to a nonessential role where she won't disrupt operations. And since it's the 4th of July holiday week, have her cover for Avery."
The engagement ring bit into my finger.
I slipped it off and left it on his desk with my resignation letter.
I no longer wanted this job—and this man.

