Married to the Job

Synopsis

It was Christmas Eve, and I was stuck at my desk, scrolling through my phone to kill time after working late into the night. I came across a trending post about how to manage employees, and one comment in particular really stood out. [My husband's got some real tricks. [He always picks the most capable female employees to have secret affairs with, using emotional manipulation to make them work themselves to the bone for the company. [That woman is dreaming of being the boss's wife, but in reality, she hasn't taken a single day off in three years. She's still working overtime on Christmas Eve. [And right after sleeping with him, she's kicked out of bed to make a presentation. She's both a workhorse and a mistress. Let's call her a workhorse.] Some people in the comments stood up for the female employee, calling the original poster and her husband vicious. She couldn't care less and posted another photo. In the picture, the man was wearing an apron, cooking in the kitchen, his silhouette looking sharp and refined. The caption was a blatant provocation. [What's the point of yelling at me? She's still stuck at the office working late, while I'm lounging in my big house, waiting for my husband to finish cooking Christmas Eve dinner.] My breath caught, and my grip on the phone tightened. I'd recognize him anywhere. That silhouette in the photo was definitely Henry Palmer, the CEO I'd been secretly dating for five years.