LAUREN’S POV
Ethan looked up, his smile dropping fast. He frowned, like he was annoyed. Like I was the one doing something wrong. “What are you doing here, Lauren?” he asked, standing up slowly. He didn’t even look surprised to see me. No smile, no warmth, just those cold, annoyed brown eyes. I held up the USB, my hands trembling. “You left this,” I said, forcing the words out of my mouth. “I told Rosa to bring it,” he said sharply. “Not you. You shouldn't have bothered coming." That was the first thing he said. Not thank you. Not are you okay? Not even a quick lie to pretend he cared about my feelings. No, he was mad that I came instead of the maid. I blinked, staring at him. “That’s what you’re upset about?” He said nothing. Just stood there, his jaw tight. Before I could say another word, the lady sitting beside him spoke. “Ethan… who is she?” Her voice was smooth, soft, almost mocking. I turned to look at her. She crossed her legs slowly, like she was in no rush. Her nails were painted a pale pink, and the way she looked at me made my skin crawl. Ethan didn’t answer right away. I turned to him, heart pounding in my chest, waiting for him to speak. But he just opened his mouth, then closed it again. So I answered for him. “I’m his wife,” I said quietly. I held up my left hand and showed her the ring. But then I looked down at Ethan’s hand. It was bare. No ring. No sign he’d ever worn one to work. My chest felt like it cracked open. That moment hit me so hard, I almost forgot to breathe. “Oh,” the woman said, blinking at me. “You didn’t mention a wife last night when I asked you.” Last night. Those two words echoed in my head. Then it clicked, she was the same woman from the photo. The lipstick. The lie. The intern at the company he said not to worry about. It was her. He was with her. My throat burned. Ethan must’ve seen it in my face, the way I finally put it all together. That’s when he quickly stepped in. “Yes, I’m married,” he said, like it was suddenly important now. “This is Lauren. My wife. Lauren, this is Sofia...an old friend from college.” Sofia. I already knew. But hearing the name out loud still made my stomach twist. Sofia turned back to me, and for a few seconds, she just looked. Up and down. Her eyes sharp. Her mouth curled into the smallest smirk as her eyes dragged over my outfit, my hair, my body. She wasn't even subtle about it. Then she laughed. Just a little. “Wow! I honestly can’t believe it,” she said, almost like she was talking to herself. “Ethan… really? This is who you ended up with?” I felt the burn in my face. "Excuse me?” I said, my voice tight. She kept smiling like I wasn’t even worth being mad at. “I mean, no offense,” she said with a shrug, even though offense was clearly the point. " She's not what I expected. Did you stop caring about appearances completely? She's... so plain. And you’ve gained a lot of weight, haven’t you? You could’ve at least dressed up properly before coming here.” I froze. I turned to Ethan. Waiting. Begging silently for him to say something. To tell her to shut her mouth. To defend me, just once. But he didn’t. No "Don't talk to her like that." Instead, his face… his face said everything. He was embarrassed of me. The same man who used to kiss my stretch marks and say they were proof I brought our daughter into the world… now looked like he didn’t even want to be seen beside me. I looked down at my outfit. Jeans, blouse, nothing fancy but clean, neat, decent. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. I came here to drop off his stupid USB, not walk a red carpet. And no...I wasn’t skinny like I used to be in college. I had a child. I had a life. And I was tired. But I wasn’t ugly. I wasn’t nothing. I looked up at Ethan again. “You’re really going to let her talk to me like that?” He didn’t answer. I felt my knees go weak, but I stayed standing. I wouldn’t cry in front of her. I wouldn’t give her that. My mind started spinning, pulling me back to college. Back to when it all started. I was just the quiet transfer student on scholarship. Ethan and Sofia were the golden couple back then. Everyone knew them. They were rich, good-looking, and popular. Until his family lost their money. And she dropped him like he was trash. I still remember how bad he took it. The whispers in the hallway. The pity. The gossip. I had liked Ethan then quietly from afar. I never expected him to notice me but one day, he did. He asked me out. Took me for coffee. Talked to me like I mattered. I thought… maybe he was different. Now here we were. Full circle. Sofia was back, sitting in his office like she never left. Like I never existed. And yeah, maybe I had gained a little weight. But I had also grown a life inside me. Carried our daughter, stayed up through fevers and nightmares, and ran a home while he “worked late.” Ethan used to say he liked me this way. He used to tell me I didn’t need to lose a pound. “You’re perfect the way you are,” he’d say. “Don’t stress yourself.” So why was he quiet now? Why did he look like he agreed with everything Sophia just said? I held onto my pride and tried to keep my voice from shaking. “Why are you even here?” I asked, my voice steady. “Why are you sitting this close to my husband? Acting like you belong here?” She smiled again, but this time, it wasn’t playful. It was cold. “I have every right to be close to Ethan,” she said simply. Then she leaned back against the couch like she was on a talk show. “And,” she added, dragging the word out slowly, “I’m pregnant.” The room spun. My legs felt like jelly. I blinked at her. “What?” “I’m expecting Lauren,” she said, placing a hand on her flat stomach. The smirk on her face turned smug. "Ethan’s baby.”LAUREN'S POV “Wait… so what are you saying now?” I asked, my voice carrying more disbelief than I intended. My mind struggled to process what the manager had just said, as though the words had been spoken in a foreign language I didn’t quite understand. “Exactly what you heard,” the manager replied, her tone calm yet firm, as though this was a simple matter of business. “You’re being transferred to Italy to work for one of Hale Industries’ branches.” For a moment, all I could do was stare at her, then let my gaze shift toward the men seated across from her, their expressions unreadable, their silence almost oppressive. It felt like they had delivered a verdict, one that they expected me to accept without question. Italy. Did she really expect me to leave everything behind, to cross an ocean just for a job I had barely started? My chest tightened at the thought, my pulse racing as a wave of resistance surged through me. “Ma’am, with due respect… I don’t think that would be possib
LAUREN'S POV Waking up today felt entirely different — lighter, calmer, far better than the way I had woken up yesterday with that hammering headache pounding behind my eyes. At least today I could open them without wincing, without the sharp sting of regret for a night I couldn’t remember. No confusion about how I had gotten into a strange room, no unfamiliar ceiling above my head. Just my own space, my own bed, and the fresh clarity of morning. Tessa had already left for work, her absence noticeable in the apartment. She was always up early, full of energy that I honestly envied. I was about to head out myself. It was my first day at the new job, and the nerves crawling beneath my skin were almost unbearable. The memory of what Tessa had told me last night replayed in my head like a chant, a small comfort to my anxiety: You won’t be seeing your boss all the time. He’s the CEO, but he doesn’t hover over the employees. That was all I wanted — distance. If her words turned out to be
LAUREN'S POV We walked toward the couch and slowly sank into the cushions. My legs felt heavier than usual, and even though I tried to appear calm, my mind was buzzing like a swarm of restless bees. Tessa sat beside me with her arms crossed tightly against her chest, her brows furrowed in that way she always did whenever she was about to interrogate me. She looked less like my best friend at that moment and more like a mother waiting to scold a reckless child. “Where were you last night?” Tessa finally asked, her tone sharp and filled with curiosity. It wasn’t an innocent question, it carried weight, expectation, and the promise of judgment. I rolled my eyes and tried to ease the tension, though deep down, I was dreading this exact conversation. “Relax, I’ll explain that too,” I said with a forced calmness. My voice wavered slightly, betraying me. “I don’t know if you remember this, but you got completely drunk last night and stumbled straight to the dance floor.” I pushed forward
LAUREN'S POV “Now tell me, do you have any questions?” he asked, rolling a silver pen over his knuckles with an ease that spoke of long practice. About his business life? No. About what happened yesterday? Yes. But I couldn’t ask that now. Not here, not with the sharp fluorescent lights humming above me and his calculating eyes fixed on my face. I just shook my head lightly and pressed my lips together. Best to keep my mouth shut. “Does that mean I’m hired? If so, when do I start work?” I asked finally, trying to keep my tone neutral, almost casual “Tomorrow,” he said, setting the pen down with a quiet click. “You can use today to get yourself prepared — iron your clothes properly and take care of your hair a little better than this.” His gaze lingered on my hair for a fraction too long, and his voice, though calm, felt like a slap. My breath caught. I closed my eyes for half a second, not wanting to show the heat that was rushing up my cheeks in embarrassment. My fingers twitch
LAUREN'S POV “You want me to purposely refuse you this job opportunity without even getting to know if you’re fit for the job because you think I might take revenge on you for how you spoke to me last night?” he asked, his voice firm and steady, while leaning back in his chair like he had all the time in the world. His eyes locked on me, sharp but unreadable, and that casual confidence in his tone made me shift uncomfortably in my seat. “I don’t think so, I know so,” I replied, refusing to break eye contact. My words came out harsher than I intended, but my chest was already tightening with nerves. His lips curved into the faintest smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You speak like you’ve known me forever when we only just met yesterday. And I’m not as childish as you think. I’m disciplined, Lauren. I know how to separate my personal life from my business life. I don’t mix them, no matter what. So I wouldn’t take any sort of weird revenge you think I would. Relax.” He re
LAUREN'S POV “Miss. Lauren, I'll like to introduce you to the CEO of Hale Industries, Roman Hale,” the manager said. And immediately, my heart dropped. I couldn’t even hide the disappointed look on my face. My lips parted slightly, and I felt my throat go dry as if all the moisture had been drained out of me in one sharp pull. It would have been easier, so much easier if he had been anyone else. If he were just the IT guy, the one fixing wires in the back office. If he were a coworker, another person hustling day to day. At least then I could tuck away what happened between us into a box labeled “mistake” and shove it into some dusty corner of my memory. But this? This was far worse than anything I had braced myself for. I should have seen the signs last night. The bodyguards, the special VIP treatment, the way the staff at the club seemed to recognize him instantly, it all screamed power. Status. Untouchable wealth. My instincts had whispered that he wasn’t just some random guy