Fiancée's Betrayal, I'll Crash Her Empire By Dawn - Chapter 5: Chapter 5

When I walked back into the home Shirley and I had shared for the past five years, I didn't hesitate—I started packing. Every shirt, every pair of shoes I'd once picked out for her now felt like a sick punchline. One by one, I tossed them into my suitcase. The photos, the gifts—every last memory—went straight into the fireplace. The flames roared to life, hungrily swallowing everything in their path. I watched as our past turned to ash, numb to the destruction.
Then the front door swung open.
Shirley stepped inside, Digby trailing behind her like a smug shadow. "What the hell are you doing?" she demanded, her eyes narrowing at the burning remnants of our life together.
I didn't bother looking up as I threw the last item into the fire. "Packing. Leaving."
Digby let out a low chuckle, tightening his grip around her waist. "Aw, Shirley. Looks like someone's playing the pity card. Bet he thinks you'll cave and take him back."
Her expression hardened. "Cyril, stop wasting your time. Burning this trash is the first smart move you've made in years. About damn time you cleared out." She slid off the custom ring I'd given her and flicked it into the flames without a second glance.
I spared the ring a brief look, then let out a bitter laugh. "Relax. I'm not here to win you back. Just couldn't stand looking at this garbage anymore."
Digby swaggered forward, puffing out his chest like some kind of rooster. "You can go, but I'll need to check your bags first. Wouldn't want you walking off with anything valuable."
I shot him a glare. "And since when do you have the right to go through my things?"
"Since I'm Shirley's fiancé now," he sneered. "And you? You're just the loser getting tossed out with the trash."
With that, he kicked my suitcase, sending its contents flying across the floor—clothes, toiletries, the bare essentials. Digby blinked, then burst into laughter.
"Wow. That's it? Five years, and this is all you've got? Guess you really were good for nothing but keeping the bed warm."
Shirley stared at the mess, her face unreadable. "Just get out. You're pathetic."
Ignoring them both, I crouched down and started gathering my things in silence. Digby squatted beside me, dropping his voice to a gloating whisper. "Hey, Cyril. Shirley's pregnant. Tomorrow, when the company goes public, I'll break the news. What do you think? Maybe she'll propose to me right then and there."
I refused to give him the reaction he wanted, calmly zipping up my bag.
He stood up with a smirk, but then—out of nowhere—he staggered back, clutching his chest with a sharp cry.