That Freezing Night, My Love Died

For years, I was two men: Ethan Miller, the indispensable executive assistant to Victoria "Tori" Sterling, and Ethan Miller, her secret lover, foolishly hoping she would choose me. I ran her demanding empire, anticipated her every need, and cherished every stolen moment, believing it would lead to a shared future. Then, she announced her engagement to Chase Albright, a manipulative con artist, shattering my world. Her casual indifference to my pain was the first shocking blow. As Chase systematically humiliated me-from public shaming to physical assaults-Tori actively enabled his cruelty, prioritizing her new obsession. The ultimate betrayal came after a devastating car crash, when, severely injured, I heard her scream, "Save Chase first! He's more important!" followed by her chilling dismissal, "You're just a secretary, after all." I endured, clinging to a dying hope, until Chase, explicitly condoned by Tori, forced me to stand shivering for hours in the biting cold, fresh out of the hospital. In that freezing moment, battered and utterly broken, I saw not a woman I loved, but a callous stranger who had systematically used and dehumanized me. How could she so readily abandon the man who gave her everything, then witness my suffering and dismiss it as insignificant? My years of devotion died a swift, brutal death, replaced by a cold, unwavering resolve to reclaim my life. I walked away from Sterling Capital, from New York, and from Victoria Sterling, determined to finally claim the freedom and new beginning I deserved in Denver. But Tori, left with Chase and the ruin of her empire, would now confront the true cost of the love she had carelessly destroyed-a love that, for me, was irrevocably gone.