The Storm that Arrived
533 Words
The moment I stepped into the office that morning, I knew something was wrong.
The usual whispers were louder, the stares bolder. The tension in the air felt thicker, suffocating.
Then I saw her.
Hayley Kardashian.
She sat on the edge of my desk, her long, perfectly manicured nails drumming against the polished surface. Her lips curled into a cruel smirk, and her piercing gaze locked onto mine.
"Finally," she sighed dramatically, tilting her head. "The gold-digging fraud decides to show up."
My heart pounded.
"What are you talking about?" My voice was steady, but my hands trembled.
She waved a sleek envelope in front of me. "Your termination letter. Signed, sealed, delivered—just for you."
The room spun.
I grabbed the envelope, barely processing the words on the paper. I was fired.
"Why?" I whispered.
Hayley leaned in, her voice sharp as glass. "You stole my man. Did you think there wouldn’t be consequences?"
I clenched the letter, rage bubbling in my chest. "I didn’t steal anyone—"
Slap!
The sharp sting burned across my cheek. Gasps echoed through the office.
"You're pathetic," she hissed, standing over me. "You slept your way to the top and thought you could get away with it?"
The humiliation burned deep.
I had stayed silent. I had swallowed every insult. But not this time.
"Stay out of my way, Hayley," I snapped, stepping closer. "Or I’ll show you just how much of a fight I can put up."
Her eyes darkened.
"You think this is over?" She chuckled, shaking her head. "This is just the beginning."
Then, with a flick of her hair, she strode out.
Silence stretched through the office, but I barely noticed. I was seething.
That night, I didn’t tell Henry.
I went home, crawled into bed, and let the weight of it all crush me.
But Henry was watching.
"Why are you crying?" His voice was low, controlled.
I shook my head. "I’m fine."
"You’re lying."
I didn’t answer.
And then, just like that, I broke.
Tears spilled down my face, my shoulders shaking. I felt pathetic—weak.
Henry sighed, rubbing his temples. "What happened?"
I hesitated.
I wanted to tell him about the humiliation, the slap, the threats.
But what if he didn’t care?
What if I was just another problem for him to fix?
So I swallowed the words and whispered, "I lost my job."
Silence.
Then, Henry exhaled sharply. "You were fired?"
I nodded.
He ran a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath. His expression was unreadable, but his jaw tightened.
And for the first time since our forced marriage, he looked angry.
The next morning, I refused to go back to the office.
I couldn’t handle another confrontation.
But Henry had other plans.
"You’re coming with me," he ordered, standing by the door in his tailored suit.
I frowned. "Where?"
"To the office."
I stiffened. "I don’t work there anymore."
His lips curved into a smirk. "That’s cute. But you’re still my wife. And it’s time the world knows."
My heart nearly stopped.
Henry Polaris was about to claim me.
In front of everyone.
And I had no idea what would happen next.
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