MasukSomething felt totally wrong.I watched the huge man approve my application so fast, without giving me a proper interview.As if he had been waiting for it all day.‘But I haven’t even submitted my full résumé…,’ I began to say, but his hardened look made me shut my mouth instantly.‘Give this to Matilda on your way out,’ he handed me a paper he had scribbled something. ‘Be sure to resume work tomorrow.’I glanced at the paper, and what I saw written on it got me outraged.‘I didn’t apply for the position of a cleaner, Mr Woodson,’ I slammed the paper back on his desk. ‘If only you’d have a look at my résumé…’‘There aren’t any vacant positions in this firm!’ He replied sternly. ‘Except for the cleaning job.’‘I saw an ad online that this firm wanted a resource manager…’’But he didn’t appear to be listening to me anymore. Instead, he went back to his computer, directing all his attention there.There was no point arguing with him. He wasn’t going to give me anything other than being
I could feel her surprised gaze. Whoever this woman was now, she must be pretty important to affect Stan as much.‘You’re lying, Xavier,’ Stan sneered, ‘as always.’‘Stop being such a pain in the ass,’ I scoffed then turned to the woman. ‘Let’s go, sweetheart.’‘How long have you been you sleeping with my brother, Harper?’ Stan faced the woman.Harper… For a moment her eyes widened in shock, but she quickly composed herself.‘Long enough to be his fiancée,’ she replied.I was stunned. This pretty little liar had some guts, I’d give her that.She held my hand and we both walked out, not saying a word until we were outside.‘Let’s never do that again.’ She gave out an exasperated sigh. ‘That’s a very strange way to say “thank you,’ I grumbled.‘Are you actually Stan’s brother?’ She eyed me like I was a fraud or something.‘Unfortunately,’ I sighed.‘I never knew he had a brother,’ she said under her breath.She was nervous; I could tell from the way she consistently ran her hand thro
She was here again, smiling and interacting with everyone like she belonged here all her life.‘You brought me here to watch you and your mistress, again?’ I glanced angrily at Stan.‘Amy is not a mistress,’ he replied in a cool voice. ‘She’s family now.’I watched as he walked over to her and swooped her into a passionate kiss.My chest ached. He never kissed me that way in public. I tried looking away but I couldn’t; almost like an invisible force kept me rooted at the spot.‘Harper?’ I turned to see Stan’s father- Mr James Hart- behind me, tall and brooding with a presence that commanded respect.‘Good evening sir,’ I lowered my head. In all my years of marriage, I could never hold his gaze for a minute long.‘I had no idea Stan remarried…’ he gestured at Stan and Amy, holding each other affectionately.I tried forcing the words out of my mouth. ‘So much has been going on…uhh…’‘Harper…’ he pressed on.‘Stan and I are divorced,’ I forced the words. ‘I had to divorce him. I couldn
It felt like the longest day of my life. With the check still in my hands, I drove in a hurry to meet with the manager at the family bank.The Harts had a rule of giving part of the inheritance to all members of the family- even their spouses.The sooner I cashed out my part of the inheritance and left this godforsaken place, the better for me.I tried to act calm as I arrived at the bank and shook hands with the manager.It became harder to act calm as he looked at his documents after I had told him my name and he shook his head.‘I’m sorry ma’am,’ he said, looking at me. ‘Mr Hart exempted your name from part of the inheritance.’‘What do you mean?’ My eyes widened. ‘It means that you aren’t acknowledged here anymore,’ he shrugged. ‘Maybe there’s been a mistake?’The rest of the things he said just faded into the loud ringing in my ears. I didn’t know how long I sat still, trying to understand everything.‘When did this happen?’ I asked in a solemn tone, trying to hide the shakines
I had always known my husband was having an affair, but today’s revelation was different.Unease prickled down my spine as I saw the trending topic on X.There it was. Number two.CEO of Hart Finances Ltd., Stanley Hart, is expecting a child with his wife after three years of childlessness.The woman with Stan in the picture wasn’t me. It was his secretary; the same woman who constantly texted him at late hours; the one he constantly compared me to.They looked happy, about to clink their glasses. Stan never showed me off to the public. Our marriage had always been secret because he emphasized on how camera- unworthy I was.Not fit for the wife of a billionaire. But she was: with her perfect figure and glowing skin, they looked meant for each other.‘She’s pretty,‘isn’t she?’ The hairdresser’s voice made me glance up.‘Who?’ I asked.She gestured to the picture on my phone. ‘Stan Hart’s wife, the woman in the picture.’‘Oh…’my chest grew tighter. ‘He’s so lucky to have a woman like







