Marrying My Cheated Ex's Boss Novels & Stories

Especially ones with her status. “Oh, but it is a mistake. I just made out with my boss.” Margo shrugs, her shoulder bumping against mine. “I married mine.” I give her a curious glance, not knowing that little tidbit of information. “Well, the boss I was just making out with is also my ex’s brother.” Margo throws her head back and laughs. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

All I could think as I walked out was- Could my life get any more dramatic? First, I fucked my boss… my emotionally detached, maddeningly hot CEO. Now? Now my ex, the manipulative, gaslighting devil I swore I’d never breathe the same air as again! just signed a contract with him.

I am so confused my boss wants to get married to me Tracy posts she was wild what do you mean your boss want to get married to you are you still thinking about it don't you want to settle down or you still want to continue answering a divorcee you better think twice choose between becoming a divorcee and accepting that man as your husband besides you both have an empire to build he's not that old I don't think is more than 40 right now is not then what are you thinking about or you still want to go back to your husband who has been cheating all this while I don't think this is a very good reason for me to leave whatever I'm doing just to come and hear this talk it is something we can actuall

he voiced confidently, looking me square in the eyes. I tilted my head to face the ceiling and placed my head on the pillow. My head was beginning to spin with the harshness of the situation. So, he has been cheating on me for a while? With Camille freaking O’Connor! That is his boss’s wife! I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and blinked back my tears. “Why?” I queried in a choked sobbed.

After everything, my sacrifices, my dedication, my time and sweat I poured in to make his company, the talk of the town, he couldn't even look me in the eyes when he demoted me. That is one thing, with having to work under anyone but my boss was a good man before Chloe entered his life, he always call me up for any suggestions, or emergencies. But today, all those times, where I portray myself as the boss has come to an end. My ex wife is now my boss, does that even make sense, telling me to obey her instructions? Chloe might think she's winning, but she's just don't know, I'm keeping quiet because of my love for her, sooner or later, she will have no choice than to be with me.

Luckily, the snake had made himself scarce as there was no trace of him anywhere. “Your ex-wife is a serial cheater,” I said, laying out all the evidence. “She marries rich men and then divorces them, taking their money along with her, or she seduces rich already married men and then blackmails them for money.” I looked at Prez, who was sneering in disgust at what he saw. “She probably got pregnant by you on purpose to force you into marrying her.” “Hell no,” he mumbled, taking a big swig of his beer. “Biggest mistake of my life!”

"Marry me." I stared at him. What did he just say? I must have misheard. "What?" ‎“Marry me. You'll be provided accommodation and everything you need. I'll cover all your father's medical expenses and a lump sum payment when we divorce." "I don't even know you." "You know I'm Logan's boss, which means I'm not a complete stranger and from the looks of it you need the money." He checked his watch. "The hospital will want payment information soon and the police will need to file their report about the accident."

And that was when it hit me. I had just forcefully proposed to my ex-boyfriend’s boss. The man whom Ethan said practically owned half the city. The CEO of the very company Ethan worked for. Kill. Me. Now. Ethan’s face paled. "Sir, I—" "Is there a problem, Ethan?" the man—my unintentional fiancé—asked, his voice deceptively calm. Ethan swallowed hard. "No, sir. I just… Lena, can we talk?" I folded my arms. "Oh? Now you want to talk?"

*Kiera* Before I can even think fully about it all, I find myself standing in the small, sterile office of the town hall, watching nervously as Will fills out the marriage license application. The bustling sounds of the outside world feel distant, almost muted, as the weight of our decision sinks in. I can't help but wonder if I've lost my mind. Marrying my boss? My very handsome gay boss, no less? What kind of whirlwind have I just stepped into?