They Denied My Mourning—So I Made Them Regret It

Our families arranged a marriage, and they picked a fiancée for me.

To keep things interesting, we decided to play a little game. Lydia pretended to be the high-and-mighty billionaire CEO, while I played the role of a low-level employee in her company.

But on the final day of this little game, tragedy struck.

My grandmother passed away.

Just as I was about to head home, my fiancée's assistant blocked my way.

“Your grandma died, so what? She’s not even an immediate relative. You think you’re entitled to bereavement leave?”