Novel & Cerita Marrying My Cheated Ex's Boss

I kept chanting in my head to rid myself of the guilt that I just cheated for the first time in my seven years of marriage. After getting dressed, I glanced once more at the sleeping man on the ruffled bed before stepping out of the hotel room. He was the new manager that joined the company a few months ago, a handsome bachelor who I had to lead on so I could get my hands on the promotion that my husband needed so badly. Speaking of my husband, Richard must be waiting for me to give him the good news; that I had successfully done what he asked. I arrived home tired and walked straight to the bedroom assuming that Richard was in there since I couldn't find him anywhere else in the house. I st

I chuckle "She's my wife now" It takes a second for the words to sink in. Then the explosion hits. “You piece of shit! What the fuck did you do? Melody!” His voice is high, panicked. “Melody, baby, don’t do this. Don’t listen to him. He’s lying. It was a bachelor party and I didn’t mean any of it. You don’t even know this guy!” He must have forgotten that I was his boss for a slight moment. “She's no longer yours and in case you don't know, you no longer work for me.”

Thankfully, my space was nowhere next to the gossip mongers or I would have been the topic of discussion. Yet, I couldn't ignore the whispers, the sideways looks and the look of pity. "Did you hear she got dumped right after the wedding?" "God, the shame…" "She probably cheated." "Even worse...You know Miss. Self Righteous didn’t want to give up her coochie. So he gave it to who was willing." I swallowed hard, shoulders squared. I refused to cry again. I was done with that. I buried myself in work, pushing through reports until the sun dipped and the office emptied. It wasn’t until I checked the clock—11:04 PM—that I realized Logan hadn’t left either.

“This man is my ex-husband, and this pregnant woman over here is my husband’s mistress before we were divorced. The day my house was on fire, which was also the day of the anniversary of our still-born daughter, was the day that he spend her time with his mistress—playing with her pussy and blowing my husband’s cock. I am telling you this so that you’ll keep an eye on your girlfriends, wives, husbands, and boyfriends that these two will never steal them away from you, as they've done to me. Perhaps if there is an award for the cheaters of the year, these two would probably be worthy of that god-damned prize. That’s all and thank you for your attention.” Wisdom then walked away straight into

My hair was a tousled mess and I had mascara smudged beneath my eyes. "God… it was incredible," I admitted breathlessly. "Like, transcendent. But also a huge mistake. Liz, he’s my boss and my EX’s uncle. What the hell was I thinking?" Liz rolled her eyes dramatically. "Oh please. So many people sleep with their bosses. Hooking up with an ex’s uncle is a big deal. But it’s just a one-night thing, not to mention no one knows your relationship. You, my dear, have just joined the elite club of women living their corporate fantasy."

When I reviewed the resumes of new applicants for the secretary position, the third-ranking position in my company, a name that disgusted me suddenly caught my eye. Just seeing her name made my blood boil, wanting to hurt her endlessly. Just her name alone makes me clench my fists, what more when I see her in person? She is unaware that I will be her boss for life in my company. I smirked as a plan formed in my mind. It’s time to get back at her for what she did to me. A cheating wife. Not only that, a gold digger. She becomes arrogant when she has a lot of money. I wish I could slap her with my billion dollars, not just dollars but my possessions, a mansion, a business, a car, everything.

"You're the peaceful ex, I see." "What kind of ex are you?" "The petty kind. One time my boyfriend cheated in high school. I dated his best friend." "How did that end?" "He relocated. Anyway, to the real reason I wanted to get you alone. Are you sure about this? Marrying Alan?" "Why does it feel like you're trying to convince me not to?"

She smiled at me sweetly. “You want to see Taser.” “Yes.” She admitted. “Do you want him back?” I asked, the question finally occurring to me, what if this whole thing…the fake dating, the hair change…was her way to get her shitty ex boyfriend back?. A foreign feeling blossomed in my chest. No, not jealousy, anger. “Are you a fucking idiot?” “And just when I was starting to like you.” “Good thing I put a stop to it then.” I flung back, “You actually want him back?!”

The honeymoon fund we'd started in a shared account, his name primary, access we'd never discussed. Two hundred forty-seven dollars and sixty six cents. That was it. That and a lease I couldn't break alone, a mother who'd already mailed the invitations, a life built around a man who was currently in our bed with someone else. My phone buzzed. David. I declined it. Buzzed again. Unknown number. I almost ignored it. Margaret : Henderson account. NYC transfer approved. Senior Marketing Coordinator, Blackwood Tower. Start date: immediate. Confirmation required in 6 hours or we pull offer.

“She’d been seeing someone else. A guy she met through her ‘business contacts.’ All the money she was constantly demanding from me? It was going to him. She was funding his lifestyle while I was working overtime, thinking I was building a future for our family.” I was speechless. How could someone do that? “I went on a business trip for three days. When I came back, there was a note waiting on the bed. Just a note, Lily. No goodbye. No explanation. Just: ‘I’m done. I’ve left town with someone who understands me.’ That was it.” My heart ached for him. No one deserved this kind of betrayal. “The worst part?” he laughed bitterly. “A year later, she came back. Said she wanted to ‘make things wor