Fiancée's Betrayal, I'll Crash Her Empire By Dawn - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Cyril's POV
"I will," Digby choked out, tears streaming down his face.
Shirley's gaze flicked to me from across the room—where security had me pinned in place—before she threw her arms around Digby's neck and kissed him like the world was ending. The stock exchange erupted. Cheers, applause, camera flashes—the whole damn place lit up like a fireworks show. The energy was electric, the air thick with celebration. Shirley melted into Digby's arms, grinning like she'd just won the lottery.
Then, someone spotted me.
"Wait—isn't that Shirley's ex?" A razor-sharp voice cut through the noise, and just like that, the room went dead silent.
Every head turned. Every eye burned into me like I was some kind of stain on their perfect little moment. Even Shirley and Digby pretended to notice me for the first time, their expressions a perfect mix of shock and smug satisfaction. Digby's eyes gleamed with victory; Shirley's lips curled into something ugly.
"No way. He actually showed up? I thought he got blacklisted," someone muttered.
The whispers spread like wildfire.
"Word is he slept his way to the top. No wonder Shirley dumped him."
"Disgusting. And now he's crawling back for more?"
Then, loud enough for the whole room to hear: "Someone get this trash out of here!"
Shirley watched it all unfold, that icy smirk never leaving her face. With a dramatic sigh, she peeled herself away from Digby and sauntered toward me.
"Cyril," she said, voice dripping with fake pity. "You really have no shame, do you? I gave you every chance to change, but you just couldn't help yourself. Now look at you—standing here, humiliating yourself in front of everyone."
I didn't flinch. Didn't speak.
She took my silence as surrender and doubled down, playing the martyr for the crowd.
"Everyone, I know there's been speculation, so let me set the record straight. Cyril was my fiancé—until I found out he was trading favors for business. Sleeping with clients. Selling himself. I tried to help him, but he refused to change. In the end, I had no choice but to walk away."
Gasps. Outrage. The crowd ate it up.
"Poor Shirley! She wasted years on that scumbag!"
"She deserves so much better."
The insults rained down, each one sharper than the last. Digby chose that moment to swoop in, pulling Shirley close like some knight in shining armor.
"Don't waste another thought on him," he murmured—just loud enough for the room to hear. "He's not worth it. You've got me now."
Shirley gazed up at him like he'd hung the moon. "Digby… with you, I finally know what real happiness is."
They might as well have been the only two people in the room. Like I was already gone.
Then the influencers pulled out their phones. Livestreams went live. Cameras zoomed in, capturing every second of my downfall.
"Check it out, folks! This is Cyril—the guy who screwed his way to the top. Can you believe he had the balls to show up here? Zero dignity!"
The chat exploded.
[Wait, that's him? Damn, he's hot—too bad he's a walking STD factory.]
[Ew, imagine sleeping with clients for deals. What a loser.]
The room spun. The noise swallowed me whole.
And Shirley? She just stood there, smiling.
"I will," Digby choked out, tears streaming down his face.
Shirley's gaze flicked to me from across the room—where security had me pinned in place—before she threw her arms around Digby's neck and kissed him like the world was ending. The stock exchange erupted. Cheers, applause, camera flashes—the whole damn place lit up like a fireworks show. The energy was electric, the air thick with celebration. Shirley melted into Digby's arms, grinning like she'd just won the lottery.
Then, someone spotted me.
"Wait—isn't that Shirley's ex?" A razor-sharp voice cut through the noise, and just like that, the room went dead silent.
Every head turned. Every eye burned into me like I was some kind of stain on their perfect little moment. Even Shirley and Digby pretended to notice me for the first time, their expressions a perfect mix of shock and smug satisfaction. Digby's eyes gleamed with victory; Shirley's lips curled into something ugly.
"No way. He actually showed up? I thought he got blacklisted," someone muttered.
The whispers spread like wildfire.
"Word is he slept his way to the top. No wonder Shirley dumped him."
"Disgusting. And now he's crawling back for more?"
Then, loud enough for the whole room to hear: "Someone get this trash out of here!"
Shirley watched it all unfold, that icy smirk never leaving her face. With a dramatic sigh, she peeled herself away from Digby and sauntered toward me.
"Cyril," she said, voice dripping with fake pity. "You really have no shame, do you? I gave you every chance to change, but you just couldn't help yourself. Now look at you—standing here, humiliating yourself in front of everyone."
I didn't flinch. Didn't speak.
She took my silence as surrender and doubled down, playing the martyr for the crowd.
"Everyone, I know there's been speculation, so let me set the record straight. Cyril was my fiancé—until I found out he was trading favors for business. Sleeping with clients. Selling himself. I tried to help him, but he refused to change. In the end, I had no choice but to walk away."
Gasps. Outrage. The crowd ate it up.
"Poor Shirley! She wasted years on that scumbag!"
"She deserves so much better."
The insults rained down, each one sharper than the last. Digby chose that moment to swoop in, pulling Shirley close like some knight in shining armor.
"Don't waste another thought on him," he murmured—just loud enough for the room to hear. "He's not worth it. You've got me now."
Shirley gazed up at him like he'd hung the moon. "Digby… with you, I finally know what real happiness is."
They might as well have been the only two people in the room. Like I was already gone.
Then the influencers pulled out their phones. Livestreams went live. Cameras zoomed in, capturing every second of my downfall.
"Check it out, folks! This is Cyril—the guy who screwed his way to the top. Can you believe he had the balls to show up here? Zero dignity!"
The chat exploded.
[Wait, that's him? Damn, he's hot—too bad he's a walking STD factory.]
[Ew, imagine sleeping with clients for deals. What a loser.]
The room spun. The noise swallowed me whole.
And Shirley? She just stood there, smiling.
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