All Chapters of He Cheated so I Did too With My Obsessive Boss : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Elizabeth’s POV I sat in my car, which was parked discreetly away from Amanda's club. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as I wondered whether I should go inside. But enough was enough. I was tired of being used by Amanda. I needed to go in there and try my luck, what are the odds I thought.Gathering my courage, I finally stepped out of the car.I need to do this. I have to go in there.The only thing keeping me trapped under Amanda’s control was that damn document — the one she kept glued to her like a second skin. Everything that happened that night was written in it. Every ugly detail. And as long as she had it, she owned me.I hated her with every fiber of my being. Amanda was manipulative, cold, and power-hungry. She wanted to control everything and everyone she touched — including me. She pretended to care, pretended to protect you, but it was all an act. In the end, she only used people until they served no more purpose. I had trusted her once. I had believed she act

My adopted father cornered me in the hallway when no one else was home. He tried to touch me, his hands sliding where they had no right to be. I pushed him away hard, screaming at him to stop. Instead of owning up to what he did, he ran to his wife and twisted the story. He told her I had come onto him. That I was trying to seduce him.The fight that followed was brutal. My adoptive mother believed him without question. She called me every disgusting name she could think of — whore, homewrecker, ungrateful bitch. They threw me out of the house that same night with nothing but a small bag of clothes. I had nowhere to go. No one to call. My adopted mother made sure of that — she spread vicious lies to the entire neighborhood and our church community. Everyone saw me as the dirty girl who tried to sleep with her own father.I was completely rejected. Alone. Homeless.But I refused to give up. I was determined to survive, no matter how hard it got.That’s how I ended up at a small restaur

I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, the cold metal chain still biting into my ankle. My mind was reeling.How could Roy do this to me?After everything I had sacrificed for him — working endless hours without pay, taking extra jobs late into the night just to keep the diner running — he had sold me like I was nothing. Like I was just another piece of property to settle his gambling debts. I had trusted him. I was grateful to him. And now I had nothing. No one to call. No one who would even notice I was gone. My life… it felt completely over.Tears burned in my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away.No. No, I won’t give up.I had survived my biological parents’ death. I had survived the abuse and rejection from my adoptive family. I had survived being thrown out onto the streets. I would survive this too. I would fight. I would find a way out of this nightmare, no matter what it took.The door opened again. Three elegant, strikingly beautiful women walked in, carrying stacks of clean

The next evening, the air felt heavier than usual, thick with a strange mix of perfume, fear, and forced excitement. Some of the girls had been chosen to go out with customers. Their names were called like prizes at a twisted raffle. I watched them leave in their tight dresses and fake smiles, heels clicking against the floor like the ticking of a countdown.A few of us were left behind. Relief washed over me for a brief moment—until a sharp voice echoed down the hallway. “All remaining girls, meeting room. Now.”We started moving. But halfway there, panic hit me. Elegant at all times. That was the rule they drilled into us. I looked down at my disheveled hair and bare face. No. I couldn’t risk it. I spun around and rushed back to the room, heart hammering. I quickly brushed my hair into smooth waves, dabbed on a little lipstick and powder with shaking hands, and tried to steady my breathing.That’s when the door creaked open.“Emma?” I whispered.She slipped inside like a ghost. He

“Let go of me!” I screamed, thrashing wildly beneath him. I hit him as hard as I could — punching, scratching, clawing at his face — but he was too big, too heavy. My blows felt like nothing to him. He just laughed, a sick, excited sound that made my skin crawl.“Oh, I love it when they struggle,” he growled, his breath hot and foul against my face.For a terrifying moment, I thought I was going to die. His hand tightened around my throat, cutting off my air. Black spots danced in my vision. In that suffocating panic, flashes of my entire life rushed through my mind — the foster homes, Roy’s betrayal, the endless nights of humiliation, all the girls who had disappeared. I had survived too much to die like this.Then I remembered the knife.With my last bit of strength, I reached down, lifted the hem of my thick gown, and grabbed the small paring knife hidden against my hip. I screamed as I drove it with all my might into the side of his neck.His eyes widened in shock. He let out a gu