I Married A Beautiful Boss After The Breakup Novels & Stories

“That this is the first hint of a good job since….. well, ever.” “We know,” Steve and I mumble. “Can I also point out how unhelpful it was for you two to storm in and have a go at my new boss?” “We know.” “And then there’s the fact that Jayson Green – while charming, devilishly handsome and impeccably well dressed – is happily married,” she continues. “To another man.” “I know,” I say, shamefaced. Steve looks shocked. “So what did you think you were doing?” I bite my lip. Steve looks out of the window.

He had been used to living in big mansions, and for a minute I was suddenly worried if he would be comfortable in this little apartment. “Where did you get him from?” Mom whispered, but I was sure Richard could hear that. "Work. Actually, he is my boss." I lied even though it was still a valid lie, he is my new boss after all. “You got married to your boss? Was it an office romance?” Mom teased instead, and I heard her chortle. “He looks quite young, though, I think I like him.” Dad brushed me aside and whispered. I chuckled at his sincere compliment as I watched him walk over to sit on the sofa.

Steve simply stated and James was shocked. "Boss..??" The man's eyes popped opened, if it was not his training over their years, the would have lost control of the car when he heard what his boss said. "How could have…" married her? He wanted to ask but he stopped. He remembered that his boss was going to marry the top model in the city and he had even seen them get married with his own eyes!

“Every time he praised my work or approved bonuses for me, I took it as progress. Like I was getting closer. I started pulling away from my boyfriend, started turning down the dates he planned so carefully for us. He kept trying, Cassie. He really tried. And I just kept pushing him further away.” Her eyes shimmered. “In the end, I broke up with him. And now that I finally understand that the man I was obsessed with will never see me the way I imagined, I want my boyfriend back.” Her voice cracked. “But it’s too late.” Silence fell over the group like a heavy blanket. No one rushed to fill it. Thelma was the first to speak, her tone cautious. “Can you tell us who this former boss is?” Even sh

“Marrying you was just a bet I made with my buddies back in college. They said I couldn't get the 'perfect, untouchable' Harvey to fall for me. So, I did it. And once we got married, the game was over. You were very boring.” “A… A Bet?” I felt as if the world was crumbling around me. My entire marriage... our three years together... It was all just a bet? “You should have just agreed when I suggested the open marriage,” Derek sneered, crossing his arms. “It would have been better for both of us. If you had just stayed quiet and let me do what I wanted, you wouldn't be in this position right now.” “You monster!” I shrieked. “I loved you all these years and I was just a bet to you?!” I lunged

He was married… to Isabella, my best friend, no less. I thought I was doomed. Completely, utterly doomed. Eric Graves appeared, like a flicker of hope cutting through the darkness in my life. I had thought how could I possibly be good enough for him? He was the most powerful mafia leader in New York City, and I was just a woman with a record, nothing but shattered pieces to offer. But Eric told me to never worry about being good enough, that he loved me for who I was. Now, standing here, I realized that I had married the very monster who had made my life a living hell.

"Your ex-husband used to talk about you." Her stomach twisted. Of all the people she could have run into, why did it have to be his boss? She straightened, instinctively pulling back. "I don’t know what he told you, but—" "That you were his greatest supporter," the man interrupted. "That he wouldn’t have made it without you." Her breath hitched. For a second, something like sympathy flickered in his expression. "You look terrible," he said bluntly. She let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah, well. Divorce does that to people."

But here she was, the obedient wife saying she didn't care what her husband thought. “So tell me, why should I hire you?” I leaned onto the table. “Uhm I've worked in marketing, I have handled PR strategies and I have good office experience” her voice was steady. “I’m afraid I don't have any marketing positions available, even if there were, I doubt I would be able to hand out the position” Her face turned, silence fell between us. Steve had always treated her like a fragile thing that needed to be kept in a cage. And yet, here she was crawling out of the wreckage of her marriage, trying to rebuild herself from the ground. It was admirable, almost.

That one year was the luckiest year of my life. It wasn't perfect. But it was good. For once, I wasn't just surviving. I was finally moving forward. Then one stupid mistake destroyed everything. I thought that was rock bottom. I was wrong. Because of that same mistake, I somehow ended up married to my former boss. Now we had to live together for ninety days before we could even begin the divorce process. You'd think that would be enough suffering for one person. Apparently not. I got drugged and probably almost raped.