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NICHOLAS’ POV

I looked out the window, my bones cracking as I stretched. I had been working all morning and decided to take a break and check on Melissa.

I had quite a view of the streets from my office through the floor-to-ceiling window. I normally never waste time watching the world move beneath me. I had only watched for less than a minute before I recognized a familiar figure walking out of the building. I was confused, she was supposed to be working.

Then I saw him.

Steve Ross

Leaning against his car, arms crossed, waiting for her like some possessive bastard who thought he still had a claim.

Interesting.

I set my pen down and moved closer to the window, watching as the scene unfolded. Melissa stopped a few feet from him, I could see her body was tense but composed. Steve, on the other hand? He was barely holding it together.

Even from up here, I could read his body language, the frustration and anger. The kind of entitlement men like him never learned to control.
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    MELISSA’S POV I should have known today was cursed the second I stepped into the office. There had been a heaviness in the air, an unshakable feeling that something was coming. Something I wouldn’t be ready for. And I was right. Because when I stepped into the lobby after finishing up a meeting, my past was waiting for me. Steve I nearly lost my footing when I saw him, standing in the middle of the Redmond’s pristine marble lobby like he owned the damn place. I hadn't seen him in days. His tailored suit was sharp as ever, his posture commanding, his presence suffocating “Melissa” The weight of the world pressed against my spine. “Steve,” I say calmly. His eyes raked over me, dark and unreadable. His eyes were lingering too long in the blouse and pencil skirt I had put on this morning. I gripped the folder in my hands, grounding myself. “What are you doing here?” He took a slow step toward me, his expression unreadable. “I could ask you the same thing.” My fi

  • In love with my husband’s boss   10

    MELISSA’S POV If someone had told me a month ago that I’d be spending my afternoon following Nicholas Redmond around like his personal shadow, I would have laughed in their face. Yet, here I was, striding through the marble-floored lobby of a five-star hotel, struggling to keep up with his long, effortless strides. “Try to keep up, Mrs. Ross” he said without looking back. I scowled, adjusting the folder in my arms. “Not all of us have legs that go on for miles.” He let out a low chuckle, and I hated how much I liked the sound of it, profound, smooth, and effortless. We were here for a private business meeting with a potential investor, one of those high-stakes conversations where every word mattered. Mr Redmond had insisted I come along, claiming it was part of the job. But I wasn’t stupid. This wasn’t about me taking notes or organizing documents. This was a test, I wasn't sure what kind of test it was, but I knew it was a test. He led me toward the hotel’s roofto

  • In love with my husband’s boss   9

    NICHOLAS’ POV I looked out the window, my bones cracking as I stretched. I had been working all morning and decided to take a break and check on Melissa. I had quite a view of the streets from my office through the floor-to-ceiling window. I normally never waste time watching the world move beneath me. I had only watched for less than a minute before I recognized a familiar figure walking out of the building. I was confused, she was supposed to be working. Then I saw him. Steve Ross Leaning against his car, arms crossed, waiting for her like some possessive bastard who thought he still had a claim. Interesting. I set my pen down and moved closer to the window, watching as the scene unfolded. Melissa stopped a few feet from him, I could see her body was tense but composed. Steve, on the other hand? He was barely holding it together. Even from up here, I could read his body language, the frustration and anger. The kind of entitlement men like him never learned to control.

  • In love with my husband’s boss   8

    MELISSA’S POV I stood in front of the mirror, the skirt suit I had taken from my mother fit me like a glove. I haven't looked professional in a long time, since Steve made me quit my last job. I smiled, Nicholas Redmond gave me a job. The realization was hitting hard. I should have felt relieved or something close to victory, but I felt nothing but a sinking weight in my stomach. What have I just done? Mr. Redmond was right, Steve would not like any bit of this. And when Steve gets angry, he destroys. I know that better than anyone. I glanced down at the business card in my hand, running my thumb through the embossed letters. A part of me knew that this wasn't charity. He wasn't helping me out as an act of kindness. I pushed back the thoughts, I can deal with that later. I walked through the doors as usual, but this time it was different. I was here to work. I walked up to the reception desk. I couldn't recognize the lady so I just went on. “Hi I'm Melissa Ross”

  • In love with my husband’s boss   7

    MELISSA’S POV I was only halfway through dinner when loud knocks came from our front door. We stayed still for a moment, the knocks came again. They sounded aggressive. My mother walked over and peeked through the eyehole on the door. She looked back at me “Steve” she mouthed. A gasp escaped my throat. Of course, he’d find me here. I panicked for a moment but before I could say anything, my mother opened the door and stepped out to talk to Steve. Still in panic mode, I hid behind the large curtains in the dining area. I heard their voices becoming clearer. I peeped only to see that she had let Steve into the house. “Do you know where she could be Eleanor” I heard Steve ask my mother. “Of course not” my mother said louder than usual. I always trusted my mother to have my back. “I told you she left here hours ago but didn't say where she was going”. “I'm worried” he said. I stood there fighting the urge to scream at the pathetic lie he just told. “Are you sure I can't off

  • In love with my husband’s boss   6

    I hated myself for being a fool, for letting the bastard use me. I sat in silence staring at the untouched cup of coffee before me. The hum of the refrigerator filled the kitchen where I sat. I had spent the night sleepless, playing back the images of that Victoria woman, how she touched Steve, how he didn't even deny it. I pushed back the lump in my throat, I could not even cry anymore. The divorce papers lay on the counter, right where I'd left them the night before. “I'm definitely not signing that” Steve said when he took a glance at what I had presented before him. “You have to sign them” I said “What will you do if I don't? It's not like you have anything else aside from this marriage”. His words cut deep. He was right. I had nothing. I had signed off my inheritance to the fool when we got married. But if I'm able to get this divorce, I would have something from it in my name. I had thought long and hard. Moving swiftly through the house, I pack everything that be

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