Cynthia's fingers trembled as she placed them on the keyboard. The screen in front of her flickered to life, displaying an overwhelming list of emails, meetings, and schedules—all under Mike Richard’s name.
Her new boss.
Her husband.
Her stomach twisted at the thought.
The morning had been a blur, from sitting across from him at breakfast to the suffocating car ride here. Now, she sat in the luxurious office space just outside his private suite, trying to grasp how her life had spiraled into this.
You’ll assist my executive team—arrange meetings, answer emails, and handle reports.
His words echoed in her head.
This wasn’t a normal job.
This was punishment.
His mother had called her jobless. A leech.
And Mike, always arrogant, always proud, had decided to fix that in the worst way
