I Dumped My Fiancé on the Eve of Our Engagement

Tomorrow is the day Jacob Carter and I are supposed to get engaged. I've invited a few friends out to dinner tonight, wanting to share my happiness with them ahead of time. I arrived early outside Jacob's office building. He said he'd come get me once he finished his work. Waiting was a bit dull, so I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through the local forum. A post with a glaring headline suddenly popped up — "Top exec caught having a wild time in the car, hot female assistant involved." At first, I didn't pay much attention—there are way too many clickbait posts like this. But when I reached the video, my finger suddenly froze. Although the car in the video was shown only from the side, the unique pearl white paint and the safety charm hanging from the rearview mirror that I had personally put there were unmistakable. That gift was something I spent half a year's savings on when Jacob Carter joined the new company last year. My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, making it hard to even breathe. I trembled as I dialed Jacob Carter's number, my fingertips ice cold. The phone was answered after three rings. But what came through the receiver wasn't Jacob's familiar voice, but a woman's sultry breaths, mixed with Jacob's muffled groans. "Mr. Carter, your girlfriend wouldn't just suddenly be calling, would she?" The woman's voice was dripping with sarcasm. It felt like all the blood in my body froze instantly, my ears buzzing. "Jacob," I gathered all my strength to say, but my voice kept trembling, "Let's break up." After a few seconds of silence, Jacob's impatient voice snapped through: "Monica Yip, what the hell are you doing?" Then, I heard a woman giggling, followed by the busy tone as the call was abruptly hung up. I stood in the cold wind, watching the endless stream of cars before me, and finally, tears fell down my face. It turned out that all the sweetness and promises were just a carefully woven lie. I didn't know how long I'd been standing in the biting cold when a familiar white sedan slowly pulled up in front of me. The window rolled down, and Jacob Carter's face — the one I used to be crazy about — appeared right before my eyes. He frowned, his voice edged with impatience: "Get in. The others are still waiting." I stayed frozen, my eyes fixed on the front passenger seat. A woman wearing a sexy short skirt was lounging against the seat, her makeup flawless, a mocking smile playing at the corners of her mouth. It was Jacob's assistant, Rachel Xavier. The car was filled with a sharp perfume scent, mixed with an indescribable metallic stench that churned my stomach. "Why don't you get in the car?" Jacob Carter's tone grew even harsher. I forced myself to endure the discomfort, my eyes scanning the front passenger seat. There were several clear scratch marks on it, along with a shiny piece — a crushed diamond nail sticker from Rachel Xavier's manicure, obviously dropped during their heated encounter. Images from the video flashed uncontrollably through my mind, along with that sickening voice from the phone. My stomach twisted violently, and I suddenly turned around, leaning against a tree by the roadside as I threw up. "Monica Yip, don't make a fool of yourself here!" Jacob Carter pushed the car door open and stepped out, his tone full of contempt. Rachel Xavier followed, coming up beside me and deliberately leaning close to whisper in my ear, "Ms. Yip, men slip up sometimes, it's normal. Don't be so petty." I lifted my head, staring at her coldly: "What happens between Jacob and me is none of your damn business." Rachel's smile froze for a second, then she quickly put on that smug grin again: "But right now, I'm the one standing by Mr. Carter's side." Jacob Carter tugged on Rachel Xavier's arm. "Alright, enough arguing here. Let's eat first." I took a deep breath, holding back the anger rising inside me. I couldn't just let this slide—I had to make things clear in front of our friends. I sat in the back seat, the car's smell keeping me tense the entire time.