Divorced By My Husband; Married To His Boss

Riley’s POVI was on my way home after a stressful day at the company. I work at my husband’s company as his secretary, and regardless of my poor status, Asher has never shown me otherwise.He loves and cherishes me.Although these past few days have been tough on us, the constant fights and all, I knew it had to do with the company; we’ve been getting losses, and it was hard on him. I was trying to be a supportive wife.I tried to understand.I did.His job was important, and he was providing for us. But I couldn't shake the feeling that we were too distant these days.I growled, walking into the house, the tense air filling my nostrils. The scent that filled the air made my heart drop both in confusion and fear.I marched to the living room, my gaze falling on feminine clothes scattered all over the floor, clothes that certainly weren’t mine.They didn't belong to me.I felt a knot in my stomach as I wondered who they belonged to.Did someone break into the house or what?Asher lef

Reily’s POV I sat at the bedside, staring at the new IDs, passport, and plane ticket in front of me. My new identity was Maria Sanchez. I was going to start a new life in Chicago, away from Asher and his new family. I was going to stay with Leo’s friend, who I’d be working for in return for the favor. Just as I was about to put the documents away, I heard the door open. Asher walked in, a smile on his face. "Hey, babe," he said, walking over to me. "What's up?" I quickly hid the documents, trying to play it cool. "Not much," I said, forcing a smile. "Just getting some work done." Asher nodded, sitting down next to me. "I'm glad you're working hard," he said. "I’m proud of you." He grabbed my hands. I looked away, fighting the urge to pull away. Anger surged within me. Knowing that they were the same hands, he touched her wig. I reminded him that our anniversary was tomorrow. "Don’t forget that tomorrow is our anniversary," I said, trying to sound casual. Asher's

Riley’s POV I walked into the hospital, my hand slightly on my bump. My heart was heavy, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. I had already made up my mind, and there was no going back. I was here to get my abortion pills to end the pregnancy. Asher didn’t want me or my baby; he has Amber now and their child. As I walked down the hallway, I bumped into someone who seemed oddly familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, but I couldn’t point it out. He was covered in blood, with a large stain on his stomach. He held on to me for support, his eyes meeting mine with desperation. His grip on my arm tightened, making my blood run cold, mortified by the situation. "Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "You need to help me." Fear clouded my thoughts as he struggled to keep his balance, his eyelids beginning to close. Who was this man, and why was he covered in blood? It’s not every day one decides to be generous; I felt the need to help him, panicke

Riley’s POV I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling thirsty. I The environment seemed different from the usual before it dawned on me. The events of the previous day came flooding back—the hospital, Ryder, and Mr. King's mansion. I was in Mr. King's mansion, but I had no idea where the kitchen was. I threw off the covers and got out of bed, my bare feet padding softly on the cold floor. I walked to the door and opened it, peeking out into the dark hallway. The mansion was huge, and I had no idea where I was going but then decided to follow my instincts and explore, hopeful I would stumble upon the kitchen. As I reached the stairs, I heard a faint sound of glass shattering on the floor. My heart dropped, and I froze, my ears perked up. The sound seemed to come from a room to my left. I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should go check it out or mind my business and work on getting to the kitchen. Yet the curiosity within me was piqued. I slowly marched to the room

Riley’s POVIt's been two days since the incident. It's been two days since I've been stuck in this mansion, reliving the embarrassing night in Mr. King's room. I still cringe thinking about it—him seeing my left nipple, my panic attack kicking like a maniac. Ugh, just the memory of it makes me want to hide under a rock.But, unfortunately, I'm still here, and they won't let me leave. Ryder says it's for my protection, but I'm starting to think it's just an excuse to keep me prisoner.How is it for my safety? That’s a question Ryder isn’t willing to answer.I’ve been checking on my phone, a part of me hopeful that maybe Asher would reach out, but every minute I wait makes me feel more stupid and heartbroken than the other.He was done with me; he is with Amber now and their child.My hands rubbed on my baby bump, shutting my eyes momentarily, knowing the child was the only thing I had left. I sighed, standing in front of the microwave, waiting for my leftover lasagna to warm up. I'd