My Revenge Partner

My name is Caroline Gresham. Three months ago, Frankie Silva and I escaped from the rainforest. We stayed in the rainforest for forty-seven days. He shielded me from the jaguar attack and gave me the last half pot of water when I ran out. Back then, I thought we shared a bond stronger than life. After we returned to the city, my grandfather's health deteriorated. He entrusted me with the inheritance rights of the Gresham Group. Frankie Silva became my assistant, accompanying me to various meetings every day. He would quietly brew a cup of hot coffee when I worked late and was always the first to stand up for me whenever the shareholders gave me a hard time. One night, after the company's cocktail party, he walked me home. Downstairs, he suddenly grabbed my hand. He said, "Caroline, I'm yours for life. Like the most loyal dog the Gresham Family has ever raised, I will never betray my master." At that moment, my heart fluttered. Grandpa also thought he was reliable and quietly approved of our relationship. I even began preparing the engagement ring. Then Helen Zamora appeared. Helen Zamora was Frankie's childhood friend. The first time I saw her was at the coffee shop downstairs from the company. She wore a white dress and stood shyly beside Frankie Silva. Frankie Silva introduced, "This is my friend; she just came from our hometown." I was very polite to her and even asked Frankie Silva to look after her. But later, things began to take a different turn. One time, Frankie Silva and I went to watch a movie. His phone kept buzzing with messages from Helen Zamora. I said, "Why don't you reply to her first?" He replied, "No need, it's nothing important." But halfway through the movie, he excused himself to the restroom and ended up making a call for half an hour. Another time, during a company team-building event... Someone jokingly said Helen Zamora was Frankie Silva's little lover. Before I could say a word, Frankie Silva snapped, "Anyone who talks nonsense again can get out of the company." The way he protected Helen Zamora made me deeply uncomfortable. What truly opened my eyes to who he really was happened during that assassination attempt. That day, I had just stepped out of the company gate. A black sedan suddenly sped toward me, and two masked men jumped out, knives in hand. I was so terrified that I froze on the spot. Frankie Silva stood right beside me. I thought he would protect me first. But instead, he abruptly pushed me aside and lunged at Helen Zamora. He held Helen tightly in his arms, turning his back to shield her from the knives. I watched the knife slice through his clothes, then saw myself fall to the ground, my knee bleeding. In that moment, it felt as though something had struck my heart, shattering it completely. The two assassins were later subdued by the security guards. Helen buried her face in Frankie Silva's arms, crying, "I was so scared." Frankie comforted her by gently patting her back, then glanced back at me. His eyes held no apology—only reproach. He said, "Caroline, why weren't you more careful? You almost got Helen into trouble." I could hardly believe my own ears. I asked him, "Frankie, I'm your fiancée—so why were you protecting her first just now?" He frowned and said, "Helen is so timid—what if something happened to her? You're the heiress to the Gresham Group, and you have so many bodyguards around you. Nothing will happen to you." I looked at him and suddenly felt like a stranger. After I got home, I locked myself in my room. Grandpa called and asked if I had quarreled with Frankie Silva. I didn't say a word; I just cried. The next day, I went to the company to find Frankie Silva. He was in the office tending to Helen Zamora's wound. Helen's arm had only a shallow scratch, but he was incredibly anxious. I walked in and placed the engagement ring on the table. I said, "Frankie, let's call off our engagement." He froze for a moment, then stood up angrily. He said, "Caroline, don't throw a tantrum. Isn't it just that I didn't protect you first yesterday? Helen is so pitiful; can't you cut her some slack?" I looked at him and suddenly smiled. I said, "Frankie, don't forget who you are. You once said you were my family's dog." "But now, this dog has changed; it no longer wants to recognize its owner. It's fine, it's just a dog. If its heart drifts away, just get another one." His face instantly went pale. Helen Zamora tugged on his sleeve beside him and whispered, "Frankie, it's all my fault. Don't argue with Ms. Gresham." Frankie Silva pushed her hand away and pointed at me, saying, "Caroline, don't regret this." I turned and walked out of the office without looking back. I knew that from this moment on, everything between Frankie and me was completely over.