Marrying My Cheated Ex's Boss Novels & Stories

I watched from a corner of the hallway, keeping my distance. It didn't take time before she turned around and walked briskly toward where she had come from. I see the filthy man call out to her “Melissa” I never liked Steve, to start with. If not that senior partners are voted in by the board, he sure as hell won't have a place in my own company. But cheating on his wife is low, even for him. Having an affair with your secretary, how unprofessional. And that weird-looking secretary of his. I always knew she was a cunt.

“Don’t worry, how would she? She’s an ordinary housewife and a low-level assistant.” A low-level assistant who is responsible for every major successful feat in your company. “How dare he talk to you like that?” Josh cut in angrily, his grip tightening around the glass. “Ohh!!” Hayes ululated. “So it’s because you’re cheating on me, that’s why you’re asking for a divorce, right? You’re with the bastard now, aren’t you?” The hypocrisy is a sore sight. “Not everyone is as shameless as you.” I hung up and switched off the phone.

“I called to ask if you want me to go through with this marriage or not! I’m getting married tomorrow, Isla. Just say the damn word and I’ll call it off.” I blinked. Oh? I glanced down at my screen. Auto-recording: on. Good. This would make a nice addition to my little collection of chaos. “No,” I said breezily. “Not interested.” “You were in love with me. How the hell did you just stop?” I chuckled. “Guess I never was. You were a rebound. And honestly? I was just pissed you cheated first. That’s all.” He growled on the other end. “What the fuck does that mean? You think any man would want you now that I’ve fucked you and you had a baby for me?!”

Now it sounded idiotic to his ears. “You were planning to marry her?” Nunzio tried to guess where his story headed, but of course, it wasn’t in a direction he’d expected. Everett adjusted his leather suit jacket and fussed a little with his clothing. He spoke without looking up from the papers in front of him. He wasn’t seeing the words on the page as the memories of the past visited him. “No. This you can’t tell anyone about. I was married to her. I asked her for a divorce so I could follow Paulo Rocchi’s advice. He didn’t know we were married. I had little experience in the business, and I royally screwed up my life because of several reasons. But the main one was that Paulo convinced me t

I opened one notification, and my heart sank as I saw and read the post tagged to me: "Even before the wedding, the youngest and most popular business tycoon was already cheating on his fiancée." Attached were pictures of Shiela and Chase at a bar, locked in what seemed like an intimate embrace. I had no idea when those photos were taken. My phone rang again—it was my best friend. “Lexi, we know exactly who’s behind those photos. Your wedding is tomorrow. What will you do?” she asked. I took a deep breath to calm myself. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m the one marrying Chase. This is just the beginning of Shiela’s misery,” I said coldly.

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.

Dante says. "Do I look stupid to you? I am not going to take him back. First of all, he cheated on me. And secondly, he wanted to leech off me. He wanted me to work for him. He wanted to sit on his ass at home and not care about bringing in any money. He wanted to use his money to buy drugs and alcohol. I know now that I can never change him, and I am not interested in him anymore. I believe you are still waiting for your ex-girlfriend to come back to you. I do not believe that you are over her. Although she obviously cheated on you, if she married another man," I say.

“Just forget about it, so what happened to my boss?” “His ex wife cheated on him with one of his top competitors which led to him getting drunk and getting into a car accident.” “He was married?” “That’s all you heard.” she said in a sarcastic tone “No, it’s just I didn’t see any traces that showed a woman lived in that house.” “That’s understandable, he clearly doesn’t want any memorandum of his ex wife” “Yeah that's true, I also did the same thing after Derek” I remember changing states after my last relationship.

It's been a very long day today, I busied myself with work and avoided entering Mr Voss's office till I closed up. But for how long can I avoid him? How long can I pretend that there's nothing more between us? And even if I don't, even if I enter an affair with my Boss, it was plenty of shades of wrong. First, I'm married and no matter how terrible my marriage is, cheating isn't something I'd do. I don't even know what came over me to let things get to this extent. Secondly, He's my freaking boss. Not just any guy. My boss was the CEO of SilverThorn Luxury Group. Anywhere he goes, there's always the flash of cameras, awed whispers, and dreamy sighs around

"My boss friend? How...who told you such lies that I'm cheating on you. I have never cheated on you Rich...never!... He scold me with another harsh voice. I began to wonder what has come over him all of a sudden. "Keep quiet and answer the damn question Becca. You are going out with your boss friend and also sleeping with him. You thought I won't know right? I have my informant even right there in your office, they update me on your every move. How could you Becca? I loved you and I thought you also loved me. I don't know your desperate attitude for a ring has pushed you into another man's arm. I just want to tell you that I'm done... I'm done with this whole relationship thing. There was no