All Chapters of Involved with my Boss's Fiancee's Lover: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

I made it three blocks before my legs gave out.Not literally—I wasn't that pathetic—but I had to stop and lean against a lamppost because my hands wouldn't stop shaking and my brain wouldn't stop screaming he knows he knows he knows.The wig came off first. I shoved it into my bag like it personally offended me, then the sunglasses, and I stood there in the middle of New Greenland's financial district looking like exactly what I was: a woman who just got caught doing something she had no business doing.Forever yours.The email signature burned behind my eyelids every time I blinked.Those emails had started four years ago, back when I was still in university scraping together tuition with that stupid fish stall and three part-time jobs. At first, I thought it was sweet; some shy guy who couldn't work up the nerve to talk to me in person. Then the emails got more detailed. More knowing. They mentioned things no one should've known. What I ate for breakfast. What time I left my dorm.

I didn't sleep.Couldn't sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kerry's smudged lipstick and Foxe's face in the dim glow of the car's interior.By the time my alarm went off at six, I'd already been awake for three hours.I dragged myself out of bed, showered until the water ran cold, and pulled on the most boring, professional outfit I owned—black slacks, white blouse, blazer that made me look like I worked at a bank. The kind of shit you wore when you needed to disappear into the background.The metro was packed with the usual morning crowd of tired office workers holding coffee like it was stimulants, students with headphones in, and a guy in a suit who smelled like he'd bathed in cologne. I wedged myself into a corner and checked my phone.June: Partnership finalized. Contracts signed. Shield arrives at 9 AM for briefing.My stomach dropped.He's coming here. To the office.June: You'll handle the preliminary documents. Conference room reserved for 10.Of course I will.Me: Und

Seven years agoThe thing about being invisible was that nobody bothered to look at you twice.I learned that lesson my first week at Greenland State University, hiding in the third-floor men's bathroom of the engineering building because three girls from my calculus class had cornered me after lecture asking if I wanted to "study" at their apartment.They didn't want to study.They wanted the Shield family name. The trust fund. The future inheritance that Forbes estimated at somewhere north of two billion dollars.They didn't want me.Nobody ever wanted me.I was seventeen, two years younger than everyone else because I'd skipped grades, which only made everything worse. I had acne scars I hadn't grown out of yet, glasses that were too big for my face, and the kind of nervous energy that made people uncomfortable. My father had shipped me off to university the second I turned seventeen, too busy running Shield Industries to care that his only son had the social skills of a towel.My