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An hour later, Ryker called.
He was absolutely livid, his voice thundering through the phone.
“What the actual fuck, Mila?!”
“Chairman Willis just publicly destroyed Brianna–called her my side piece, accused her of sleeping her way up the corporate ladder!”
“Then he had the nerve to tell everyone that Sullivan Enterprises was built on YOUR back, and that I’m some ungrateful piece of shit taking advantage while you’re on maternity leave to chase skirts! Said I forgot who put me where I am!”
“You set this whole thing up, didn’t you?!”
I let out a cold laugh. “Listen carefully, Ryker. I don’t control what people think or say. The truth has
a way of speaking for itself, and clearly others can see what you can’t.”
“Brianna left a sobbing mess, and the deal’s dead. Happy now?”
“Damn right I am. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”
After hanging up, the white–hot rage inside me cooled to a simmer.
Later, my assistant Josh messaged that the Brianna’s drama had spread like wildfire through the
company.
When she returned to the office, people were openly gossiping, pointing, whispering.
Some colleagues didn’t even bother to lower their voices as they called her an ambitious little snake with no talent who was trying to screw her way to the top.
Everything on her desk had been dumped unceremoniously into the trash.
Even as she broke down crying, blubbering “You’ve got it all wrong” and “This isn’t fair“-nobody- gave a shit about her excuses.
Who in their right mind would side with an intern over a VP?
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Everyone piled on like vultures on roadkill.
I’d seen this scenario play out a thousand times before. Brianna was just reaping the hurricane she’d
sown.
A nobody intern with zero connections or remarkable talent, thinking she could leapfrog to the
executive floor with a few batted eyelashes? Please.
Completely humiliated, Brianna handed in her resignation.
Since she hadn’t even completed proper onboarding, HR didn’t waste a second before stamping
“APPROVED.”
Brianna brought this entirely on herself. That’s what happens when she was delusional enough to
think she can steal someone else’s husband and position.
And Ryker? He managed to smooth things over with Grant Corp after their dinner.
But after he discovered Brianna had left the company, his face turned darker than a thundercloud.
When he came home that night, I was softly humming a lullaby to our son.
Our little boy’s chubby face–with Ryker’s nose and eyes perfectly copied onto his tiny features–was
peaceful in sleep.
Ryker stood in the nursery doorway, his expression murderous despite deliberately keeping his
voice down.
“Brianna did absolutely nothing wrong. She was just a hardworking girl, and now because of your jealous power trip, she’s lost her job AND her reputation!”
“Jesus Christ, Mila, even your rich–bitch tantrums should have some goddamn limits!”
I shot him a look that could freeze hell and signaled him to shut the fuck up as I gently placed our sleeping child in his crib.
Only after walking out and slamming the door behind us did I unleash.
“Let me make myself crystal clear, Ryker. I didn’t order your precious Brianna to be bullied or fired.”
Despite telling myself I shouldn’t care, the raw distrust in his eyes still cut like a knife.
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“Be honest with yourself for once–how many exceptions did you make for that girl? How many
rules did you break?”
“It was YOUR permissiveness, YOUR special treatment that gave her the idea she could aim for what’s didn’t belong to her.”
“There is nothing between me and Brianna!” Ryker fired back, veins popping in his neck.
“Bullshit! Then why give her MY clothes? Why let her set up camp in your office like she owns the
place?”
“Your last assistant couldn’t even bring a fucking chair into your office without you having a
conniption fit.”
“Yet for Brianna, you break rules left and right. You even glare at me–your wife who just gave birth to your child–all for her sake!”
I lifted my chin slightly, looking directly into Ryker’s eyes, each word deliberate.
“Let me spell it out for you, Ryker. Yes, I care about you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have married you or
carried your child.”
“But you know damn well I don’t tolerate even a hint of betrayal or deception. Not now, not ever.”
“If you dare cross that line–even just with your eyes or your thoughts–I won’t hesitate for a second
to find my son a father who knows how to respect his wife!”
Ryker’s face turned ashen as he spun around and stormed toward the guest bedroom.
But I knew this storm would passed.
After cooling off in the guest room, we’d reconcile tomorrow. Reset. Move forward.
This had been our pattern throughout five years of marriage.
The difference was that our previous conflicts had always been about business or household
matters.
Fighting over another woman? This was the first time.
And I would make damn sure it was the last.
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