I Left During His Honeymoon

On day two of Eric and Vivien's little "honeymoon," I wrapped up my handovers and hit HR to make my resignation official.

Not even ten minutes later—ding. Approved.

By Eric, of course.

"Guess Mr. Sutton couldn't wait to drop her. At least she knew when to back off."

"Yeah, sticking around would've just made it messy. Wonder what she's gonna do now."

"Why do we care? We're out here scraping by on scraps. She's his wife. She could quit and nap for a year, still be loaded."

As I packed my stuff, they stared—barely hiding the smug looks.

Nothing new.

Everyone knew Vivien and I weren't exactly besties. And Eric? My loving husband? Always took her side—sometimes straight-up embarrassed me in front of everyone just to keep her happy.

So yeah, the office turned on me fast, all desperate to suck up to her.

I let out a dry laugh. "Sorry to disappoint. I'm not quitting out of heartbreak—I'm leveling up. Just got hired at double the pay, killer benefits."

Didn't even glance at their bitter faces. Grabbed my stuff and walked out.

Then—of course—Eric called the second I hit the sidewalk.

I'd been rehearsing how to break the news, but the second I picked up, he goes,

"I sent you a file. Finish it and send it back within an hour."

So yeah—he still had no clue I'd quit.

I almost laughed. Opened the file.

It was that same project I'd handed over to Vivien.

Classic.

She got the credit. I did the work.

And when it crashed and burned? I took the hit.

At first, I said no. But Eric kept pushing. When I didn't cave, he hit me with his favorite move—silence. Days of it.

Even before we got married, my parents drilled it in: relationships need compromise.

I didn't want us to fall apart, so I gave in. Over and over. Thought maybe someday he'd get it—see everything I'd done for him.

But this time? Just to boost Vivien, he picked a fight and iced me out for three whole months.

Even when I was in the hospital with a 104 fever, he wouldn't glance my way. All he cared about was ripping that million-dollar project I spent a month landing right out of my hands.

That's when I finally checked out—for real.