I’d crushed on my boss for ages but kept it quiet—he was married. Then he and his wife “divorced,” and he asked me out. I was thrilled. He treated me like a queen… until the cracks showed. Canceled plans, secret calls from his ex, and finally, at a company retreat, I saw them acting far from “ex.”
Turns out, the divorce was fake. I was just bait to make his wife jealous. When I found the proof, I was crushed—then furious. I documented everything: his flirty messages, his behavior with other women at work. HR got involved, and soon enough, he was out.
The kicker? His wife left him for real this time, taking half his fortune. Karma served.
As for me, I stayed at my job, earned respect, and later met someone kind and genuine—at a book club of all places.
Looking back, I don’t regret it. I learned that no one has the right to treat me like a placeholder. Life has a way of humbling people—and rewarding those who walk away with grace.
