Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing novel Chapter 95

Calvin thought we met by chance during our university’s anniversary celebration, but he didn’t know the truth. In reality, I’d been his benefactor all along. Our encounter wasn’t fate—it was my plan. I never expected that, with just one look, Calvin would start pursuing me so intensely. Although I wasn’t a fan of relationships with younger men, his consistent care eventually won me over.

After that incident, Calvin seemed to accept my explanation, but there was a noticeable distance between us. I could sense he still had doubts. The night before I planned to reveal my identity, I received a message from Calvin on my other WhatsApp account: “Miss Wright, I want to surprise my girlfriend. Could I borrow your villa in the countryside?”

Looking at his message, I erased the confession I’d just typed. Delighted, I replied, “Of course! Just make sure you and your girlfriend have a great time.” I decided I’d use that occasion to reveal everything to him.

But within ten minutes, I received another message from one of Calvin’s colleagues. “Bianca, did you and Calvin break up? Lately, he’s been awfully close to his new secretary—you might want to keep an eye out.”

An hour later, I arrived at his office building, and even before stepping inside, I spotted a familiar figure in the lobby. When the person turned around, I froze. It was Daisy—the same Daisy I’d seen fired just days before. Now, dressed sharply in a professional suit, she smirked with a look of disdain.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded.

“Why, Mr. Taylor hired me, of course! Thanks to you having me fired, I now have this new job.” Daisy’s tone turned flirtatious. “Plus, it gives me a chance to see Calvin every day.”

People were coming and going, so I chose not to cause a scene. I headed toward the elevator, ready to confront Calvin. But just as I stepped forward, Daisy grabbed my arm, her sharp nails nearly digging into my skin. Reflexively, I shook her off, and she fell to the floor with a loud thud, spilling coffee all over herself in a pitiful mess.

I watched in disbelief as Calvin dismissed the kind woman trying to steady me. “Calvin… my back hurts…” I leaned against the wall, showing weakness for the first time, hoping he’d show some compassion.

“Bianca, I was just promoted at work. Can’t you be a little more understanding, like Daisy?” He paused, sending me a transfer of five hundred dollars. “Here, get yourself checked by a doctor.”

That’s when it hit me—just yesterday, the company had promoted him to vice president, an opportunity he never would’ve had if not for me. Yet here he was, acting as if he owed me nothing.

I listened to the whispers around me, taking mental notes of each face. Little did they know, standing before them was the very company director they’d never seen in person.