No More Tears: Watch My Ex Beg as I Rise

While I am presenting the marketing plan for our new product, Caleb Smith walks into the conference room with his first love, Winona Lindell. He cuts the meeting short and brings Winona in front of everyone. "Winona is the new sales director from now onward. She'll oversee all the projects in the company." He wraps his arm around Winona's waist, openly presenting her to every person in the conference room without a hint of shame. It is then that everyone in the conference room turns and stares at me in astonishment. That's because I'm the current sales director of the company. Caleb appears to have forgotten who flew out late at night to Galeport three years ago, desperately pleading for payment extensions when the company's funds dried up. He forgot who put up her own house as collateral to cover the payroll; forgot who, when despair settles over the employees, sits alone, eating stale bread and modifying proposals well past midnight. Caleb declares, "You're worthless now that I'm done with you, Giselle."