Bride To Be Not Me (Janice and Simon)

Simon's alcohol tolerance was terrible.

Back in the day, Janice was always the one handling business negotiations for Refined Threads Co. She had built up her drinking stamina over the years, exacerbating her stomach problems.

As for him, he was just a freeloader who reaped the benefits. What right did he have to complain about hardship?

Simon felt like he was being torn apart.

He had never embarrassed himself like this in front of so many people before. His pride and dignity were everything to him. They were as important as his life.

And Janice knew that. That was exactly why she was doing this.

She would never feel sorry for him again.

Janice draped a white blazer over her shoulders, every movement effortlessly commanding attention. She tilted her head slightly. "Looks like Mr. Fitzgerald isn't all that interested in talking business, after all. Well, let's continue, then."

Seeing that she was about to shift the conversation toward upcoming crochet trends, Simon panicked. With bloodshot eyes, he snatched up the wine glass and downed it in one go.

The surrounding business executives watched with keen interest. So, this was the kind of drama those rich wives gossiped about. How entertaining.

He drank too fast, which caused his stomach to churn and nausea to creep up his throat. "Is this enough?"

Sunny poured him another glass. "Mr. Fitzgerald, keep going."

There was still half a bottle left. Did they expect him to finish the whole thing?

"Janice, you know I can't handle that much alcohol. You-" At this point, his pride was already in shambles. He had no choice but to play the emotional card, hoping Janice would show him mercy.

But her voice was unwavering. "Finish it, and we'll sit down and talk."

She wasn't backing down, not even an inch.

Simon clenched his teeth so hard it felt like they might crack.

And then, to everyone's shock, he suddenly grabbed the wine bottle and started chugging straight from it.

He drank too fast. Wine spilled from the corners of his mouth, staining his crisp white dress shirt a deep, blood-red.

To everyone watching, his humiliation was nothing short of a joke. Where was all that arrogance now?

The second he finished, Simon gagged. "Is this enough now?"

Janice nodded in satisfaction. "Wait till the banquet ends and I'll give you five minutes. Be patient, Mr. Fitzgerald."

Did he have to wait until the banquet ended? And she was only giving him five minutes?

She was toying with him!

Sunny quickly stepped in, blocking Simon and leading him away.

Meanwhile, Janice dropped the playful act and seamlessly resumed her conversation with the other business executives.

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Several executives regretted their past choices.

If only they had recognized her potential earlier and if only they had extended a

hand when Simon was dragging her down, then maybe today...

What a regret.

Forty minutes later, Janice finally left. A group of executives escorted her out of the hotel, eager to win her favor.noveldrama

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spotted Simon stumbling out of another vehicle, swaying as staggered toward her.

"Ms. Smith?" the driver hesitantly called out.

"It's fine."

The driver stepped out first, positioning himself six feet away, while the bodyguards in a nearby car kept a close watch on Simon's every move.

The window rolled down, and Simon stared at Janice inside. "Didn't you say we could talk?"

"Go ahead."

Clinging to the edge of the window, Simon did the unthinkable-he started crying. But Janice they were just crocodile tears.

"Janice, I swear I know I was wrong. Just give me another chance. We were together for years. Does that really mean less to you than the few days you've been with Edward? You're not the kind of person who forgets kindness. I—"

"Stop. If this is all you have to say, then forget it," she cut him off.

Janice's gaze was captivating, effortlessly alluring-but in her eyes was nothing

but indifference.

"I don't have time for these same old lines."