ZOE
"Paper wife." It was the only thing circling in my head like a looping short video. I felt stupid because not only had I slept with a jerk who made it clear I was just a fling. It had been foolish of me to try to solve my problems with him.
I walked to my desk without looking at anyone, I just wanted to pick up my laptop and disappear amidst the piles of paperwork and hundreds of emails I had to respond to. I hadn't been able to say anything to him about the office harassment because, stupidly, I had pressured him with questions about his ex-wife.
I should have stayed quiet and known my place from the start. That magical night when I shared the sheets with him had left me dazed.
I felt a slap in the face emotionally when my eyes landed on my desk, which was covered in post-its. The
