My Ex-fiancée is my assistant

imagined could be so demanding. Ethan's presence loomed over her every move-professional, detached, yet every once in a while, his gaze would ling

ke she was walking a tightrope, balancing between maintaining her professi

ustries, Cassandra decided she needed a break. She needed to be around som

The familiar scent of oak barrels and the soft hum of chatter greeted her. Her best friend, Sophia Reynolds, was alread

sandra's polished exterior, Sophia's creativity seeped into every part of her being-her clothes, her painti

g up as she stood to hug her friend. "I've

. "Honestly? Brutal," she said, taking a sip of the wine that was already poured for her. The rich, velvety taste spread over her tongue, soothing the

ing smile. "You mean the Ethan Millbrook?" she asked, her voi

distant, cold even. Like the man I knew all those years ago never existed. But... there are moments, little flashes of something else. Like today, when I had t

you truly over him, Cassandra?" Her voice was soft, but there was an int

moved on. It's just... complicated. He's my boss now, and I need to ke

w you can handle this. But... be careful. Don't close yourself off to things just because they're uncomf

wasn't just Ethan's coldness that rattled her; it was the memories, the history, the lingering feeling

art show, Cassandra's plans to renovate her apartment. But no matter how much she tried to push

hen she

oulders filled the doorway, and for a moment, the entire bar seemed to pause, as if the room itself recognize

oman was tall, impeccably dressed, with a flawless face that seemed to shine with an almost artificial brightness. She wore a red d

e. Felicity was a well-known socialite, a frequent guest at elite galas and fundraisers.

e to remain neutral, but inside, a knot of unease twisted in her stomach. She hadn't expected to feel anything-es

an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Cass?" she asked, her voice low b

calmness. "It's nothing," she said, though her voice had lost its u

readable. "I see. Well, don't let it get to you. You're not in comp

image of Ethan, looking so at ease with Felicity by his side, unsettled her in a way she couldn't ex

hts. "Cass, you've got this. Don't let a

over. She was strong. She had come too far to let old feelings and insecurities derail her now. She was here

ward Ethan and Felicity. The air between them seemed effortless, like they were two pieces of a perfe

n't shake the feeling that the past was c