Married My Ex's Uncle In My Second Time
“Dead serious. The video’s all over the office group chats. Management saw it. And from what I heard? Damage control isn’t even on the table anymore. It’s done. Like, career implosion level done.”
My mouth opens, then closes again. It’s… surreal. Lisa was once this poised, untouchable perfectionist. Now she’s unraveling like cheap thread in a thunderstorm.
“I won’t show you,” Jasmine adds gently, “because, you know, I’m not a gossip vulture. But it’s bad.”
I lean against the wall, stunned. Lisa’s fall wasn’t just tragic—it was self-inflicted. All that hate, all that scheming, all for what? Jealousy? If she had just moved on… if she had just let things go…