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First day at work
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2026-03-28 05:04:21
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MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET First day at work
“A few times. Usually just in passing. He’s intense but fair from what I’ve heard. Why, have you met him?”“Briefly. During the interview process.”That was technically true.“He’s single, you know.” Kelly had apparently been listening. “Every woman in this building has a crush on him. Rich, hot, powerful. The holy trinity.”“He’s also our boss,” James pointed out. “Pretty sure there are rules about that.”“Rules are meant to be broken.” Kelly waggled her eyebrows.“I’m not interested,” I said quickly. Too quickly, judging by the way Melissa looked at me.“Fair enough. Workplace romances are messy anyway.”They moved on to other topics, but I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling in my stomach. Being here, working in Adrian’s building, knowing he was somewhere in this same tower, it felt dangerous. Like I was playing with fire.I made it through the rest of the day without seeing him. Small miracle. By five o’clock my brain was fried from information overload and I was ready to escape.I
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET Work secured
My first day at Rhode Enterprises started with me throwing up in my new bathroom.Nerves, mostly. And the cheap instant coffee I’d tried to choke down for breakfast. I brushed my teeth twice, gargled with mouthwash, and stared at my reflection in the spotty mirror.“You can do this,” I told myself. “It’s just a job. Just work. You’ve done this before.”Except I hadn’t. Not really. Working at my father’s company had been safe, comfortable. Everyone had known me. I’d had my little office, my routine, my place in the hierarchy.This was different. This was starting over from scratch in a building full of strangers who didn’t know about my birthday party or the divorce or any of it.Fresh start, I reminded myself. That’s what you wanted.I put on my most professional outfit, a navy dress and blazer that Natalie had helped me pick out over the weekend. Did my makeup carefully. Pulled my hair back in a sleek ponytail. Looked at myself one more time.Professional. Capable. Definitely not som
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET Best friend fir a reason II
“You’re really serious.” “Of course I am!” “No, I mean…” She stood up, walking over to me. “You really didn’t do it.” “I really didn’t do it.” She stared at me for another long moment, searching my face for any sign of deception. Then her eyes filled with tears. “Oh my God, Ivy. Oh my God.” “What?” “If you didn’t do it, then someone set you up. Someone went through all that trouble to destroy your life.” “I know.” “Who would do that? Who hates you that much?” “I don’t know.” It was the question that had been eating at me since the moment those photos appeared. “I’ve been trying to figure it out, but I can’t think of anyone. I don’t have enemies. I don’t have drama. I’m boring, Nat. I work and come home and have dinner with my husband and watch Netflix. Who would want to ruin that?” Natalie pulled me into a hug, sudden and tight. I nearly collapsed into it, all the tension I’d been holding finally releasing. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered against my hair. “I’m
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET Best friend for a reason
Natalie’s apartment building was nicer than mine, not even close. There was a doorman in the lobby, an elevator that actually worked, and hallways that smelled like expensive candles instead of old cooking and mildew. Her place was on the eighth floor, a one bedroom with actual rooms instead of one sad space pretending to be everything. I stood outside her door for a full minute before I knocked, trying to steady my breathing and to prepare myself for whatever version of Natalie I was about to get. The disappointed one from the phone call, the broken one from the party, or maybe, hopefully, the real one, my best friend who knew me better than anyone. I knocked quite a few times before the door opened. Natalie stood there in her yoga pants and a crop top, her blonde hair up in a messy bun. She looked perfect, like she always did. Not a single sign that the last two days had affected her at all. “Hey,” she said, stepping back to let me in. “Hey.” I walked into her apartment
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET Picking myself up II
I took a hot shower, scrubbing away the last two days until my skin was red and looked very raw. I washed my hair twice and stood under the water until it started running cold. When I got out, I felt slightly more alive like the human I was. Still broken, but clean. I put on something comfortable, just leggings and an oversized sweater, and sat down on my makeshift bed with my laptop. The wifi the landlord had promised was spotty at best, but it worked enough to load job sites, like Indeed, LinkedIn, Glassdoor. I opened them all and started searching. Marketing Coordinator, Social Media Manager, Content Strategist, Digital Marketing Specialist and other jobs related. I applied to everything that matched my experience, tweaking my resume and cover letter for each one, highlighting different skills and different achievements. Making myself sound invaluable. One application, then two, then five, and then Ten. Finally, I applied to fifteen jobs in three hours, my eyes burning
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET Picking up myself
The apartment was on the fourth floor of a building that had seen better days. Probably in the seventies. I stood in the doorway with the last of my boxes, staring at the empty space that was supposed to be my fresh start. The walls were beige, that sad kind of beige that wasn’t trying to be neutral, just existing because no one had bothered to paint over it. The floor was worn hardwood, scratched and dull, with a stain near the window that looked suspiciously like old water damage. One room. That was it. One room that served as bedroom, living room, and whatever else I needed it to be. A tiny kitchen area shoved into the corner with a two-burner stove, a mini fridge that hummed louder than it should, and about two feet of counter space. The bathroom was through a door so narrow I had to turn sideways to get my boxes through. But it had a window, a decent sized one that looked out onto the street below, letting in natural light that made the beige walls look slightly less dep
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