Mr. Hamilton: Too Late, She's The CEO Now

My five years of blood, sweat, and tears? Gone. My startup, NovaSpark, was dead.

But the universe wasn't done with me.

A text from my boyfriend, Ethan, read: "We're done." Just like that.

Five years of supporting his music, funding his dreams, all for nothing.

To add insult to injury, he was already parading a new girlfriend, Chloe, flaunting his sudden "Hamilton inheritance."

I had a custom Cartier ring in my purse, getting ready to propose to him that night.

Talk about timing.