She is the Queen

As the plane landed at the airport, the sky outside the window was just starting to lighten. I clutched my phone, the screen still showing a message Calvin Lincoln sent six months ago — "Wendy, once you're back, we'll go register our marriage." Dragging my suitcase out of the terminal, the cold wind carrying the familiar scent of osmanthus hit me, but I found myself clutching the edge of my coat without knowing why. During these six months abroad for research, I called Calvin almost every day. But over the past month, he kept saying he was busy, his tone dripping with unmistakable indifference. I took a cab straight to Calvin's Technology—the company Calvin Lincoln and I had 'founded' together, where I still held the title of vice president. The elevator stopped on the 18th floor. As soon as the doors opened, I heard the front desk girl's timid voice: "Ms. Scott? Why are you back?" I smiled and nodded, just about to go inside, when a coquettish voice interrupted: "Oh, isn't this Vice President Scott? How come you came back quietly without a word? Not even a heads-up?" I looked up to see Vivian Xavier leaning against my office door, wearing that cream-colored suit—the one Calvin Lincoln gave me for my birthday last year. Her nails were painted bright red, twirling my work badge in her hand, a smug smile playing at her lips: "Oh right, I forgot to tell you, Mr. Lincoln wants me to take over your VP position." My mind went completely blank, a buzzing noise ringing in my head, and the handle of my suitcase nearly slipped from my grip. "Vivian Xavier, what do you mean?" I forced my voice to stay calm. She strode over in her ten-centimeter heels, her perfume so overpowering it nearly suffocated me. "Mr. Lincoln said the company can't do without me now. Unlike you—off abroad for six months and not a single contribution." Suddenly, she leaned in close, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper: "And it's not just the vice president role—I'm about to claim the title of Calvin Lincoln's fiancée, too." Rage surged to my head in an instant. I shoved her aside and charged straight to the CEO's office. The office door was ajar, and I immediately saw Calvin Lincoln sitting in the boss's chair. Vivian Xavier walked over and casually sat on his lap. Hearing footsteps, Calvin looked up. When he saw me, a flicker of panic flashed in his eyes, then quickly turned cold. "Wendy? Why did you come back early?" He helped Vivian up with a tone so calm, it was like he was just talking about the weather. I pointed at Vivian, my voice trembling, "Calvin Lincoln, this is my seat. Why is she sitting here?" Vivian Xavier cut in before Calvin Lincoln could speak, "Wendy, you can't say that. Mr. Lincoln appointed me—I earned this on my own." "Shut up!" I snapped, turning to glare at her, then fixed my eyes on Calvin. "I want you to say it." Calvin frowned and stepped in front of me. "Wendy, the company's growing fast, and Vivian's really helped me a lot. You just got back—take a few days to rest." "Rest?" I laughed, but tears nearly spilled. "Calvin, after our four years in college and three years building the startup together, is this how you treat me now?"