Todos los capítulos de MARRIED TO MY SCHOOL BULLY : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

I woke up the next morning feeling completely exhausted. My body still ached from the previous night's madness. I couldn't believe Damien had actually dragged me into a midnight meeting after I had already spent the entire day working. I barely slept, and now I am back at work.The moment I stepped into the office, I hoped Damien wouldn't give me another ridiculous task.Apparently, I was wrong.A huge pile of documents landed on my desk.I stared at them in disbelief.“Go through all of these,” Damien said.I looked at the documents, then at him. “Sir, are you serious?”He didn't even look up from his laptop.I picked up the first file and dropped it again. “Why are you being this wicked to me?”That finally made him look up.I folded my arms. “You dragged me to a midnight meeting yesterday, and now you're giving me another mountain of work. Don't you think that's too much?”Damien stared at me silently. Something about his expression made me uncomfortable. Then he said something I w

By the time I got to work the next morning, I felt like I hadn't slept at all. My body was exhausted, my head was heavy, and my eyes burned from everything that had happened the night before. I had spent most of the night thinking about Damien, the agreement, and the things he had said to me. I still didn't understand what I had gotten myself into.I dropped my bag beside my desk and sat down. For a few minutes, I simply stared at the computer screen, trying to gather enough strength to start working. I needed sleep, not another pile of work.Damien still hadn't arrived, and a small part of me was relieved.I opened the first file on my desk and tried to concentrate, but the words kept blurring together. I rubbed my eyes and sighed. “Just get through today,” I whispered to myself.A few minutes later, the office door opened.I immediately straightened in my chair as Damien walked in. He glanced at me before placing his briefcase on the desk.“You're late.”I looked at the clock. “I ca

I couldn't stop thinking about what happened at the party.The moment I got home, I changed into my nightdress and lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Damien's friends had looked at me as if they knew something I didn't. They had called my name like they had known me for years, and one of them had even asked Damien if he was still into me. I kept replaying the question in my head. Still into me? What did that even mean?Then there was Damien. The way he had looked at me all night made me feel as though I was supposed to remember something. Something important. Something I had forgotten.A strange feeling settled in my stomach. I reached for my phone and called Lisa.She picked up after a few rings. “Jane? What's wrong?”“Nothing. I just want to ask you something.”“Okay.”“The day we went to that party, was I with anyone?”There was a brief silence.“Oh yes,” Lisa answered.My heart skipped. “Who was the person?”“A man, of course.”I sat up on my bed. “What do you mean, of course?

I didn't sleep. The black car had swerved away the moment Damien's headlights turned onto my street, tires screaming, and by the time I stopped shaking, it was gone. Damien sat outside my house until sunrise. I know because I checked the window every twenty minutes, and every time his car was still there.By eight, I was standing in his office with my arms crossed and my nerves in pieces."Who was in that car?"He didn't look up from his laptop. "I'm handling it.""That's not an answer.""It's the only one I have.""You knew before I did. You watched them for hours." My voice trembled, and I hated it. "Do you have any idea how that feels?"That made him look up. Something flickered across his face, guilt maybe, but it vanished before I could name it."Yes," he said quietly. "I do."I opened my mouth to ask what that meant, but he had already returned to his screen. Typical.I thought that was the end of it. Then I left work that evening and found a man in a dark suit standing beside m

I typed my resignation letter at six that morning, at my kitchen table, with my father's hospital bills stacked beside the laptop. I deleted it twice. The third time, I let the cursor blink over the send button until my eyes burned.Then my little sister walked in, yawning, and asked if I could sign her school form. She said it like it was nothing. Like she trusted me to keep the world steady.I closed the laptop.By nine, I was sitting at the far end of the conference table, hands folded, spine straight, pretending I couldn't feel two dozen pairs of eyes on me. Every whisper from the past few days followed me into that room. The car. The photographs. The message still sitting in my phone like a thorn. *He never gives anything for free.*Damien sat at the head of the table, reading quarterly numbers in that flat, controlled voice. He never looked at me once. I told myself I was grateful."Excuse me, Mr. Blackwood."The voice came from the middle of the table. A senior manager named Ha