MasukJaneThree weeks had passed since Julius confronted Hudson, and things at work had finally started to settle. The rumors had died down almost overnight. People still stared sometimes, but the whispers had stopped. The pointed comments in the cafeteria were gone too.I should have felt relieved, instead, I felt exhausted."Jane, did you hear me?"I blinked and looked up from my desk to find one of my colleagues standing in front of me, holding a folder. When had she walked in?"Sorry, what?""I asked if you reviewed the market analysis for the Thompson account," She set the folder down, studying my face with concern. "Are you okay? You look pale.""I'm fine. Just tired." I opened the folder, trying to focus on the numbers. They blurred together on the page."Maybe you should go home early. You've been working really hard lately.""I'm fine." I repeated, but even I could hear how unconvincing it sounded.She later left, and I tried to get back to work, but the fatigue was overwhelming.
HudsonThe door slammed behind my father, and something inside me snapped.I grabbed the glass of whiskey I had been drinking and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall, leaving a wet stain on the expensive wallpaper. The sound wasn't enough. Nothing was enough to release the fury burning through my veins."Fuck!" I roared, sweeping my arm across the bar cart. Bottles crashed to the floor, liquor spilling across the hardwood. Crystal decanters exploded into glittering shards.He chose Jane. My own father chose that bitch over me, and she chose him over me too.I picked up one of the bar stools and slammed it into the floor again and again until the legs splintered. The coffee table was next. I flipped it, watching the glass top shatter. Picture frames, decorative vases, everything within reach became a target for my rage."You want to threaten me?!" I screamed at the empty room, at the ghost of my father who had just walked out. "You want to take everything away?
JuliusHudson still had the audacity to look confused. "I don't know what you're talking about."I took a threatening step toward him. "Don't insult my intelligence. I have copies of every email you sent. I have records of every bank transfer. I have testimony from the employees you paid. I know everything, Hudson."His facade cracked, and I saw the anger beneath. "So what if I did? She deserves it. She humiliated me, left me standing at that altar like an idiot.”"You were screwing her best friend thirty minutes before the wedding," I said coldly. "You humiliated yourself.""That's different.""How?" I moved closer, forcing him to look up at me. "How is it different? Because you're a man? Because you're entitled to do whatever you want without consequences?""She was supposed to forgive me!" His voice rose. "She was supposed to understand. Maribel meant nothing. Jane was the one I was going to marry. She was supposed to be grateful that I chose her at all!"I scoffed, my hands clench
JuliusThe moment Jane left my office that evening, I picked up my phone and made three calls quickly.First, Hunter from Security. "I need you in my office now."Second, Eric from IT. "Drop whatever you're doing and get up here immediately."Third, David, my head of legal. "I need termination papers drafted. Multiple copies. I'll have names within the hour."I sat back in my chair, my jaw clenched so tight it ached. The image of Jane's tear-stained face was burned into my mind. The way her voice had broken when she told me what that woman said to her in the cafeteria. The hurt in her eyes that she tried so hard to hide.Someone was spreading vicious rumors about her and destroying her reputation, and I had a very strong suspicion about who was behind it.Hudson.My son had already proven himself to be cruel and vindictive. This had his fingerprints all over it.Hunter arrived first, his expression alert. He had worked for me for fifteen years and knew when I was at my most dangerous
JaneI noticed the whispers at the office on a Monday morning.At first, I thought I was being paranoid. A glance here, a hushed conversation there that seemed to stop the moment I walked past, but by Tuesday, it was impossible to ignore.People were talking about me.I stood at the coffee machine on the executive floor, waiting for my cup to fill, when two women from accounting walked by. They didn't see me at first. They were too absorbed in their conversation."Can you believe it? I mean, she just shows up out of nowhere and suddenly she's Julius Armstrong's personal assistant?""I heard she was engaged to his son. Apparently she's been working her way through the family."They dissolved into giggles, and then one of them looked up and saw me standing there. Her eyes widened, and she grabbed her friend's arm, pulling her away quickly.My hand trembled slightly as I picked up my coffee cup.It's fine, I told myself. People gossip. It doesn't matter.But it did matter. I had worked
HudsonI couldn't stop thinking about Jane no matter how much I tried. It was fucking pathetic, really. Me, Hudson Armstrong, sitting in my house at two in the morning, scrolling through Jane's sparse social media like some desperate stalker, but I couldn't help it. Ever since I saw her in my father's office, looking like a completely different woman, I hadn't been able to get her out of my head.She looked stunning and confident. Nothing like the meek, apologetic girl I molded over the years, and it was driving me absolutely insane.I grabbed my phone for what had to be the hundredth time that week and pulled up her number. My thumb hovered over the call button before I pressed it, listening to it ring once, twice, three times before going to voicemail. Again."Jane, it's me," I said, trying to keep the frustration out of my voice. "I know you're angry, and you have every right to be, but we need to talk. Please. Just call me back."I hung up and immediately opened my messages, sc
HudsonI straightened my tie in the bathroom mirror, checking my reflection with satisfaction. I was perfectly composed and there was not a strand of hair out of place. No one would ever know I had just spent the last twenty minutes balls-deep in my fiancée's best friend.Maribel emerged from the
JaneMy eyes locked with Julius’s and in that moment, I saw my own desperation reflected back at me.“Please,” I whispered, my hands sliding up his chest to frame his face. “Please make me forget. Just for a few minutes. Make me forget Hudson. Make me forget—” My voice cracked. “Make me forget eve
JaneJulius Armstrong's piercing grey gaze locked with mine, and I didn’t think it was possible, but the humiliation grew even worse. It wasn't enough that I had caught my fiancé fucking my best friend minutes before our wedding. It wasn't enough that Hudson had kept going, had mocked me and had
JaneJulius froze. For one terrible, endless moment, his lips were still against mine and his body was rigid with shock. I had made a mistake. A horrible and irreversible mistake. I was kissing my fiancé's father. The man who was supposed to become my father-in-law in less than twenty minutes. Wh







