HE PLANNED TO DIVORCE ME, SO I DUMPED HIM FIRST

​The smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen as Amelia poured two mugs.

​She walked over to the dining table, where Adrian was sitting with his suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. He had his phone in one hand and a stack of papers in the other. His eyes moved quickly across the pages, his forehead creased with tiny beads of sweat.

​"Coffee's ready," Amelia said gently, setting the mug down next to his arm.

​Adrian didn't look up immediately. He tapped something into his phone, flipped a page, and finally took a sip without taking his eyes off the paper. "Thanks, Amelia. I just need to make sure these figures are right before the flight. If the Chicago investors notice any mistakes, they'll leverage it to push our valuation down."

​"They won't find any mistakes," Amelia said with a small smile. She stepped behind his chair, reached over, and pulled the papers away from him.

​"Hey," Adrian protested, reaching for them. "I'm still reading those."

​"You've been reading them since six this morning," she said, stacking the pages neatly on the counter out of his reach. "And I already checked every single line item last night while you were on the phone with legal. The margins are correct, the projections are solid, and the contract terms match what you agreed on last week."

​Adrian looked up at her. The sharp, tense look on his face slowly melted into a smile—the same warm, open smile that had made her fall in love with him eight years ago.

​"What would I do without you?" he asked, taking her hand and pulling her closer.

​"Probably leave for the airport without your passport," she teased.

​He laughed softly and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. Amelia rested her hand against his shoulder, feeling the familiar weight of his head against her chest.

​They had been together for eight long years and somehow it still felt like they got married a week ago. When Amelia first met Adrian in college, they were so in love people always encouraged they get married because they look good together. But Amelia wasn't who Adrian thought she is and she couldn't reveal her real identity to Adrian because he once mentioned he didn't like women who were richer or more succesful than him. She felt hurt by those words but couldn't say anything because she didn't want to lose him.

Then a few years after graduation, Adrian started looking for ways to start his own business becausehe didn'twant to work for someone else. He was just a young man with a cheap laptop, big dreams, and a small startup that was barely making enough money to pay rent.

​Amelia had stayed by his side through all of it. During the first few years, when money was tight and stress was high, she was the one who kept his schedule organized, helped him draft proposals, made sure he ate decent meals, and encouraged him every time an investor turned him down.

When the company finally grew and needed more hands, she formally took on the role of his executive assistant, handling his daily business affairs, organizing shareholder meetings, and managing things behind the scenes so he could focus on leading.

​To Adrian, she was his dedicated wife and the most reliable person on his staff. She loved him deeply, and watching his dream turn into a thriving corporation over the last eight years felt like their shared victory. Everything they had sacrificed was finally paying off.

​"I mean it, Amelia," Adrian murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. "I know how hard you've been working on the upcoming gala too. Once this Chicago deal closes and the gala is over, we're taking a long vacation to Paris. Just the two of us. Two full weeks in Paris with no phones and no meetings."

​Amelia smiled, running her fingers through his dark hair. "I'm going to be holding you down to that promise, Babe. Now get up, or you really will be late."

​Adrian stood up with a heavy sigh, pulling his suit jacket on. Amelia stepped in front of him, straightening his collar and carefully adjusting his tie until the knot sat perfectly centered. She smoothed the front of his jacket and patted his chest.

​"I can drive you to the airport," Amelia offered, reaching into her purse on the counter for her car keys. "The highway gets backed up around seven-thirty, but we can take the back route through the city, to bypass traffic."

​Adrian paused, his hand hovering over his briefcase. "No sweetheart, don't worry about driving all the way out there," he said quickly, touching her arm. "Jenkins is already downstairs with the car. There's no point in you sitting in two hours of return traffic when you have so much to do."

​He picked up his briefcase and coat. "Actually, while I'm away, I need you to go straight into the office. The hotel arrangements and seating charts for the annual company gala need your final sign-off today. And there's a folder of the guest list on my desk that need to be checked and confirmed before the board meeting on Thursday."

​Amelia nodded without hesitation. "I'll take care of all of it today."

​"I knew I could count on you," Adrian said. He stepped close, wrapped one arm around her waist, and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was warm and lingering. "I'll call you as soon as I get to the hotel tonight."

​"Have a safe flight," she said, holding his hand until his fingers slid from hers.

​She walked him to the front door and watched him step into the private elevator. After the doors closed, Amelia walked over to the living room window and looked down at the street below. A minute later, she saw the black sedan pull away from the curb and merge into the morning traffic.

​A deep feeling of warmth and peace settled in her chest. Looking around their home, she felt completely secure. They had built a good life together out of almost nothing, and she trusted him completely.

​By four o’clock that afternoon, the office of Cross Enterprises was buzzing with activity. Telephones were ringing down the hall, and staff members were moving between departments, preparing for the end-of-quarter reports.

​Amelia sat at her desk right outside Adrian's corner office. Papers were spread out across her desk—catering contracts, floral arrangements, security details, and VIP guest lists for the annual corporate gala. It was the biggest event of the year for the company, and Adrian had trusted her to make sure everything went smoothly.

​She paused her work, looked at the clock on the wall which read 4:32 pm. She picked up her phone and started to call him, Adrian's flight to Chicago should have landed about thirty minutes ago.

​She dialed his cell phone and held the receiver to her ear, listening to it ring.

​One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings.

​“This is Adrian Cross. I can't take your call right now. Leave a message.”

​Amelia smiled to herself and hung up without leaving a voicemail. She figured he was probably on the tarmac waiting for his luggage, talking to his driver, or checking into his hotel. She set the phone back down on her desk and got right back to reviewing the catering invoices.

​By five-thirty, the office was quiet. Most of the administrative team had signed off for the day, and the lights in the main hallway were dimmed.

​Amelia stacked her folders neatly, locked Adrian's office door, packed her shoulder bag, and walked out to the elevators. She pressed the down button, feeling completely tired in her shoulders. She was looking forward to going home, making a simple dinner, and waiting for Adrian's call.

​As she stepped into the elevator, her phone rang in her hand.

​She looked at the screen. The caller ID showed Natalie.

​Natalie was one of Amelia’s closest friends—a fun, sharp-eyed interior designer who worked with high-end clients around the city.

​Amelia swiped the screen to answer as the elevator doors closed. "Hey, Nat. I thought you had back-to-back client meetings all evening."

​"Amelia? Where are you?" Natalie's voice came through the speaker. But there was none of her usual playful energy in it, her tone was low, tight, and strange.

​Amelia stepped out of the elevator into the quiet underground parking garage, her flat shoes making soft tapping sounds on the concrete. She pulled her car keys out of her bag. "Yeah, I just finished up at the office. Adrian left for his Chicago trip this morning, so I stayed late to clear off his desk. What's going on?"

​Silence stretched over the line for several seconds.

​"Natalie?" Amelia frowned, stopping beside her car door. "Are you still there?"

​"Amelia..." Natalie began slowly, taking an audibly shaky breath. "Are you a hundred percent sure Adrian went to Chicago today?"

​Amelia let out a quiet laugh, unlocking her car with a click of her key fob. "Of course I'm sure. I fixed his tie and handed him his briefcase at seven this morning. His driver picked him up right outside our building. Why are you asking me that?"

​Natalie didn't answer right away. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.

​"Because that doesn't make any sense," Natalie said quietly. "I'm sitting at a table inside L'Orangerie right now for a dinner meeting with a client... and I just watched Adrian walk in with a woman.”