The high-end couture design I had spent three months creating was now on the main presentation screen at Aurelia Atelier.   The person presenting it was Vivian Blake, my boyfriend's sweet, fragile-looking childhood friend.   As the senior executives broke into thunderous applause, I stormed into the conference room and exposed her lie.   Vivian instantly burst into tears and turned the accusation back on me. "Madeline, I know you want the promotion. But you can't steal my work."   I took out my encrypted sketches and fabric sampling records and threw them onto the table.   But Daniel Vaughn, my boyfriend and the design director, snatched up the sketches and tore them apart.   "Madeline, stop making a scene. Vivian worked so hard on this project that her stomach trouble flared up. It was bad enough that you were jealous of her. Now you're trying to destroy her in front of senior management? "At tomorrow's morning meeting, you will apologize to Vivian in front of the whole company. If you don't apologize, our engagement party will be postponed indefinitely. Madeline, I don't need a vicious woman as my wife."   I looked at the torn sketches scattered across the floor, and my heart went cold.   "No need to postpone it. The engagement is over."