My Fiancé Gave My Promotion To His Intern，So I Left Him For My Billionaire Ex

My CEO fianc gave my promotion to the new intern.

By the time I found out, the official announcement had already been sent to the entire company.

In the open-plan office, Dominic leaned against his desk, looking at me with a lazy, uncaring shrug.

Yeah, I gave your promotion to Chloe. She just started, and she needs a senior title to establish some authority here. Its no big deal, Hazel. Just let it go.

"Be a good girl. Were getting married next month anyway."

"Think about it. Youre going to be a stay-at-home wife soon. Theres really no need for you to work this hard."

The entire office went dead silent. Everyone held their breath, expecting me to throw a massive fit.

But instead, I felt a wave of absolute relief wash over me.

Dominic had no idea that my ex-boyfriend, desperate to get back with me, had just offered me a position at his firmwith double the salary.

I had been stressing out for days about how to hand in my resignation. Now, he had handed me the perfect excuse.

I didn't stay behind to watch them pop champagne. I grabbed my bag and went straight home.

My neighbor, Mrs. Higgins, bumped into me in the hallway, her face full of surprise.

"Hazel! What are you doing home so early? Didn't you say your big project wrapped up today and there was a celebration party? You're the new department head now, right?"

I had spent months preparing for this promotion. Everyone in my life knew about it.

Because of that, now that I had been publicly humiliated, I didn't even have the energy to fake a smile.

I kept my key in the lock and tried to sound casual. "Oh, it's nothing. The company had a last-minute restructuring."

Mrs. Higgins gave me a look of deep sympathy and wisely changed the subject.

The second I closed the door behind me, I ran straight to the bathroom.

I bent over the toilet and threw up until my stomach was completely empty.

I collapsed onto the cold tile floor, trembling.

My chronic stomach ulcers had gotten worse. It was the result of pulling endless all-nighters to get Dominic's projects across the finish line.

Dominic knew about my stomach issues, but he didn't care.

In his eyes, I only survived because of him. He assumed he would always be the one feeding me, so my career didn't matter.

As I got up to rinse my mouth, my phone started buzzing frantically.

It was a Slack channel that both Dominic and I were in.

"Boss is a total alpha. Did you see that? Hazel didn't dare say a single word."

"How does Dominic train her like that? She's so submissive. It's honestly impressive!"

"Hazel doesn't have any family to back her up anyway. Plus, Dominic has all the money and power. What could she possibly say?"

They were laughing and joking. Then, someone sent a message:

"Hey, do you guys think Dominic is even coming home tonight?"

The replies came instantly.

"Are you stupid? Of course he's not! What does a boss do after a successful launch? He celebrates with the hot new intern!"

This was followed by a string of dirty, suggestive jokes.

But suddenly, Mike, Dominic's childhood best friend, typed in panic:

"Are you guys drunk? You posted in the wrong channel! Hazel is in this group! Delete it, now!"

The chat went chaotic. But it was too late. Most of the messages couldn't be unsent.

One colleague, seemingly finding the situation hilarious, typed lazily:

"So what if she sees it? You think she actually has the guts to speak up?"

I felt nothing. I locked my phone, walked into the kitchen, and made myself a simple bowl of oatmeal.

As I took the last bite, the front door swung open.

Dominic walked in, reeking of expensive whiskey.

Seeing that I didn't rush to the door to greet him like I usually did, he let out a low chuckle.

He walked over and wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.

"Its just a promotion, Hazel. Dont make a big deal out of it."

Just a promotion. He had allowed his employees to mock me and treat me like a joke in front of the whole company.

"Sure," I said quietly.

I wriggled out of his embrace, picked up my bowl, and walked into the kitchen to wash it.

Dominic followed me in. He took a gold bracelet from his pocket and slipped it onto my wrist.

It wasn't my style at all. But I recognized it.

A few days ago, he had bought Chloe a diamond necklace. This bracelet was the cheap freebie that came with the purchase.

"Thank you," I said, keeping my eyes on the running water.

Dominic let out a sigh of relief. He leaned down, trying to kiss my neck.

I gently pushed his chest away and put the clean bowl into the cabinet.

I forced a polite smile. "You forgot. I'm allergic to alcohol. The smell makes me break out."

Dominics brows furrowed. He stared at me, about to say something.

But his phone rang.

The screen lit up with Chloes name.

His annoyance vanished instantly. He swiped to answer and walked quickly into his home office.

With a soft click, he locked the door behind him.

Chapter

After drying my hands, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Ethan.

"Your start date is next Monday. I'll personally drive over to pick you up."

"Perfect. See you then," I replied.

I went to the bedroom and started packing my things.

While clearing out the closet, my hand brushed against something silky. I pulled out a pair of lace panties that didn't belong to me.

They were cheap, sexy, and crumpled into a messy ball.

Like they had been shoved in there in a hurry.

Upon closer inspection, there were dried, questionable white stains on them.

The bedroom door creaked open. Dominic walked in.

Seeing the red rims of my eyes and the underwear in my hand, he didn't even flinch.

He calmly stepped forward and took them from my hand.

"Mike must have brought his Tinder date over during our last party. They probably left it behind."

But as he said it, he casually stuffed the lace panties into his own pocket.

My head was down, and my hands were shaking.

Not from heartbreak. But from sheer disgust.

Dominic clearly misread my reaction. He reached out and patted my head affectionately.

"Hazel, do you know what I love most about you?"

Without waiting for my answer, he whispered, "You're compliant."

Over the last three years, I had heard those words a thousand times.

Compliant, quiet, agreeable.

Like a well-behaved pet, but never like a real human being.

"Chloe is just an intern. Giving her the promotion is my way of mentoring her. Don't overthink it. You're still my fiance."

He patted my head again, the way one would pat a golden retriever.

It reminded me of when I was looking for a job after college. He had casually offered me a spot on his team, and I had accepted, even though I had much better offers at the time.

And now, because his new toy pouted and begged, I was shoved into a corner.

I was left to be the laughingstock of the office.

Disposable. Like trash.

"Alright, get some rest. Chloe still doesn't know how to run the weekly reports. I need to go over to her place and help her out."

Maybe it was the lingering pain of being pushed aside, or maybe it was the final spark of dignity left in me.

I suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Can't you stay tonight?" I asked.

Just once. If he stayed, maybe I could pretend he actually cared about me.

Dominic paused, a look of mild annoyance crossing his face.

"I promised her, Hazel."

But he had promised me a thousand times, too.

He promised to go to the hospital with me for my stomach scans. He promised to visit my grandmother's grave with me. He promised to spend my birthday with me.

And he had broken every single one of those promises.

"Oh. Okay."

I let go of his hand. My voice was completely flat.

For some reason, Dominic grabbed my hand back.

He softened his tone. "I'll bring you that tiramisu you love on my way back tomorrow."

But I hated sweets.

With tears threatening to spill from my eyes, I forced another smile. "Thanks."

Dominic didn't come home that night.

The next morning, Chloe updated her Instagram.

It was a simple photo of her hand making a peace sign over a rumpled bed.

I knew instantly she posted it for me.

It was the exact same peace sign she had made when Dominic forced me to pull an all-night shift to fix her mistakes.

I had been locked in the conference room, bent double from stomach pain, while she stood over me, smirked, and made that exact gesture.

A gesture of pure provocation and insult.

"Like a cute little bunny, right?" one coworker commented, referencing her caption.

Others in the comments didn't hold back.

"A night like that is worth millions. Who cares about a bunny?"

"Spill the tea, is Boss Dominic as good in bed as he is at work?"

Chloe replied almost instantly:

"Better. Way better! ??"

I stared at the screen, completely numb. I opened my browser and booked an appointment at the local clinic.

My stomach had been burning since yesterday. The stress was making my ulcers flare up badly.

By the time I reached the clinic, I was break out in a cold sweat.

The doctor ran some quick tests and gave me a stern look.

"You need to avoid stress and sleep deprivation, Hazel. Your stomach lining is severely inflamed. If you keep this up, you're looking at internal bleeding."

"I understand. Thank you, Doctor."

I took my prescription and walked out to the lobby, only to run straight into Dominic.

He was holding Chloe's hand.

Seeing me, he froze for a fraction of a second, but he didn't let go of her hand.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"My stomach."

Dominic nodded dismissively. He didn't ask how I was, or if it was serious.

Instead, he sighed. "Chloe cut her finger while organizing some files. I brought her in to get it patched up."

His voice was laced with worry, as if Chloe had just survived a major accident.

I looked down at her hand. The cut was so tiny it was barely visible, and it had already clotted.

Chloe sniffled, pretending to be annoyed. "It's all your fault anyway. You kept distracting me while I was trying to work."

Dominic let out a low chuckle, pulling her closer. "Right, right. My bad."

Then, he turned to me. "You should head home first."

I nodded and walked toward the exit.

Before I could reach the door, Chloe's whiny voice echoed behind me.

"Look at how pale she is. What if she has something contagious? Dominic, you should really make her do a full medical checkup."

"She had one last year," Dominic replied.

"Last year is last year! I'm just looking out for your health. Why are you being like this?"

Dominic sighed lazily. "Fine, fine. I'll book her an appointment tomorrow."

He said it so casually, like scheduling a vet visit for a sick cat.

Chapter

After leaving the clinic, I went straight to my storage unit and dropped off most of my bags.

By the time I got back to the apartment, Dominic was already there. And so was Chloe.

Chloe greeted me at the door like she was the owner of the place.

"Oh, Hazel, you're back. We ran out of guest slippers, so you'll have to use these disposable ones."

I looked down. She was wearing my slippers.

The ones Dominic had bought for me.

My feet were smaller than Chloes, so her heels were sticking out of the back of my slippers.

It looked ridiculous, but she was wearing them proudly just to mock me.

I looked past her into the living room. Dominic was drinking beer with his friends, completely ignoring the situation.

I didn't say a word. I slipped on the cheap paper slippers and walked in.

The dining table was covered in foodlobster, crab, oysters. A massive seafood feast.

My stomach instantly churned.

I was severely allergic to shellfish. Dominic knew this.

Dominic finally looked up from his drink. "Why are you just standing there? Sit down and eat."

Chloe picked up a piece of lobster, put it on his plate, and cooed, "Try this, Dominic. Its so fresh."

Dominic smiled and took a bite, never once looking in my direction.

To them, I was invisible. An unwanted guest in my own home.

Staring at the table of food that could literally kill me, and watching them laugh and drink, I finally spoke up.

"What about me?"

The clinking of glasses stopped. Dominic turned to me, his face tight with irritation.

"What about you? Just eat. Do I need to spoon-feed you now?"

"I'm allergic to shellfish, Dominic."

"Well, that's your problem. I didn't know you were coming home for dinner tonight."

Dominic raised his glass and took a long gulp.

The atmosphere at the table turned awkward.

A few of his friends exchanged glances and tried to smooth things over.

"Uh, Hazel, maybe you can just order some UberEats? Or whip up something quick in the kitchen?"

"Sure," I said quietly.

I turned and walked back to the bedroom.

Behind me, someone let out a loud snort.

"Why are you trying to please her? Even Dominic doesn't give a crap about her."

"I don't know, man. She looks kind of pitiful."

"Pitiful? More like pathetic. I hate drama queens. An allergy is not that deep. Can't she just order a pizza and shut up?"

"True. I've never seen anyone as spineless as Hazel. It's hilarious."

They didn't even bother to lower their voices. Dominic sat there, silent, letting them drag me.

Which meant he agreed with every word.

I looked at the clock. Tomorrow was Monday.

I pulled out my last suitcase, walked out of the bedroom, and headed straight for the front door.

The laughter in the living room died instantly.

Dominics face darkened. "Are you really throwing a tantrum right now? Over a dinner?"

Chloe stood up, her eyes suddenly pooling with fake tears. "Its all my fault. Hazel, please don't leave. I'll go."

But before she could step forward, Dominic slammed his glass down and stood up.

"Don't move, Chloe. If she wants to leave, let her leave."

One of Dominic's friends rolled his eyes. "Seriously, its just an allergy. Can you stop being so dramatic? Who behaves like this?"

"She really thinks she owns this place. Nobody even wants you here, Hazel."

"No wonder she has no family. Who could tolerate a personality like that?"

I froze. Holding back the sharp pain in my stomach, I slowly turned to look at Dominic.

His face was cold, devoid of any warmth. He stared at me and said, word for word:

"If you walk out that door tonight, don't ever think about coming back."

Even now, his first instinct was to threaten me.

I couldn't tell if what I felt was relief or freedom. I let out a soft laugh, turned the knob, and stepped out into the night.

Behind me, a loud crash echoed as Dominic threw his favorite bottle of Macallan against the wall.

Chapter

After a long silence, Dominic cursed under his breath.

He kicked the door open and ran out into the hallway.

But I was already gone.

His friends, realizing things had gone too far, muttered cautiously, "Hey, Dominic... should I go cruise around and bring her back?"

Dominic stared into the empty, dark hallway, a sudden tightness squeezing his chest.

He hadn't expected me to actually have the nerve to leave.

But his ego quickly took over. He let out a cold laugh. "Don't bother. She'll be begging to come back in three days."

"Besides, she has to show up at the office tomorrow anyway."

While I was checking into a hotel, Chloe sent me an audio recording of that exact conversation.

Her text message was dripping with malice.

"If you actually have some pride, don't ever come back."

"But we both know you won't. You love Dominics money and status too much to let go. Even if nobody wants you here, youll crawl back like a desperate dog."

I knew she was trying to get under my skin. She wanted me to disappear so she could take my place.

It was almost funny. I wanted to tell her she didn't need to try so hard.

Instead, I blocked her number.

Then, I opened my chat with Dominic and sent him a simple text.

"We are done. Do not contact me again."

After sending it, I shut off my phone and called an Uber to meet Ethan.

Ethan was waiting for me. He looked sharp, wearing a tailored suit. He stared at me for a few seconds before stepping forward and pulling me into a tight hug.

"It's been so long, Hazel. I missed you so much."

I hugged him back, burying my face in his shoulder.

"I missed you too."

Ethans main headquarters was in San Francisco. We had flights booked for tonight.

But first, I needed to drop off my signed resignation letter at Dominic's office. Once that was done, Ethan took me to our old college campus for a walk.

Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Dominic woke up with a brutal hangover and saw my text.

He scoffed, tossing his phone onto the bed. "Oh, please. She thinks a breakup text is going to scare me into chasing her?"

His friends, who were still crashed on his couch, laughed.

"Hazel sent that?"

"Obviously! She just wants you to go play her little games. Girls always do this."

The tension in Dominics chest eased. He smirked, looking smug. "Maybe I'll call her when I'm in a better mood. Once I"

BBefore he could finish his sentence, one of his friends gasped, staring at his phone.

"Wait... isn't this Hazel's ex? Why is she posting photos with him?"