There was Richard, my father-in-law, his back to me, leaning in close to a woman who giggled and touched his arm. Then, they kissed. I felt my stomach drop.
I knew that woman! She was Elizabeth, Charles’ wife. My boss, Charles.
Panic surged through me. I turned to leave quietly, my mind racing, but Richard spotted me. He jumped up from his seat, nearly knocking his coffee over.
“Wait!” he barked, rushing over. “What do you think you’re doing, Tessa?”
I tried to keep my voice steady, but my legs were shaking. Richard had always intimidated me.
There was just something about the way he behaved, like the entire world needed to bend to his will. “I was just leaving…” I said quickly. He grabbed my arm, his grip tight and almost painful.
I knew there was going to be a bruise there in the morning. “Listen carefully, girl,” he growled. “If you tell anyone about this, I swear I’ll ruin your life.
Do you understand?”
I stared at him, stunned. “Are you seriously threatening me, Richard?” I asked. “Take it however you want,” he snapped loudly, his eyes darting around to make sure no one was listening.
“But if you breathe a word of this to my wife, you’ll lose that job I helped you get. Daniel will lose his business. And this fancy and comfortable life you’ve found yourself in…
it will all be over.”
I pulled my arm free, anger bubbling up inside me.
“You’re ridiculous, Richard. You think that you can just bully me into silence?”
“Keep your voice down!” he hissed, glancing nervously over his shoulder. But I couldn’t help myself.
“Why? So no one hears that you’re a cheating liar? That you’re sitting here with Elizabeth, of all people?”
Richard’s face went pale.
“You know Elizabeth?” he asked, clearly not connecting the dots. “Richard, really? Of course I know her.
She’s Charles’ wife. You know, Charles… your best friend and my boss?”
His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “Look, this is none of your business.
You just keep your mouth shut.”
“Or what?” I challenged, crossing my arms. “You think you can scare me into silence? Ruin my life because you can’t keep it in your pants?”
He stepped closer, the smell of his cologne so strong that I winced.
“You don’t know who you’re messing with,” he said. “Oh, I think I do,” I shot back. “You’re a coward, Richard.
And you’re about to find out that karma has a way of catching up with people like you.”
Just then, Richard’s phone rang. He pulled it out, still glaring at me. His face blanched as he saw the caller ID.
“It’s Charles,” he muttered. He answered, his voice suddenly soft and careful. “Charles, hey…
yeah.
I’m just in a meeting right now.”
I watched his face closely as he spoke. His expression shifted quickly from nervous to terrified. “What?
No, I haven’t seen Elizabeth. Well, I… no…
I didn’t. Look, I can explain!”
Richard suddenly pulled the phone away from his ear, his face drained of all color.
He stared at it, then back at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “What did you do, Tessa?” he demanded. I raised an eyebrow.
“Me? I didn’t do anything, Richard. I’ve been right in front of you the entire time.
Sounds like your actions are catching up to you.”
It turns out that karma was quick to act that day. Charles had been trying to reach his wife all afternoon, eager to tell her about his reservations to a new restaurant for them that evening. And when she finally picked up, it was during my showdown with Richard.
While Elizabeth lied about her whereabouts, Charles had overheard our entire argument. He didn’t need a full explanation: he knew enough to understand what was going on. He had been suspecting Elizabeth of having an affair for a long time.
Charles’ reaction was swift. He ended their friendship on the spot and immediately pulled his investments from Richard’s company. Without those funds, I could see Richard’s life quickly spiraling away into bankruptcy.
Meanwhile, I got an unexpected call from Charles later that week. “I’ll be back at the office tomorrow,” he said. “Let’s meet in my office after lunch.”
“Thank you for your discretion,” he said, though we both knew I hadn’t been discreet at all.
But I did manage to get a photo of Richard and Elizabeth before Richard saw me. And after his confrontation, I sent that photo to Charles and my husband. “I’d like to offer you a promotion,” he said.
“To lead designer. More responsibility, more pay. You won’t have to rely on Richard’s money.”
“Wow, thank you…” I said, stunned.
“Just keep up the good work, Tessa. And don’t let people like Richard push you around.”
So, here I am now, sitting in my office with a view while Richard scrambles to pick up the pieces of his shattered empire. Daniel told his mother, who threw Richard out immediately.
And me? I’m just a happy girl who was in the right place at the right time and making sure that Richard got what he deserved. What would you have done?
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My life had gone through a series of changes in the past year alone. First, there was the divorce from Ryan. We had been married for six years, and we had two kids, Chloe and Jacob, during that time.
I’ll admit it, the first few years were great as we navigated our lives together, but as time went on, things got heavy. Being married to Ryan was like dragging a deadweight through life. That man was lazy.
He lacked ambition and spent most of his time drinking outside or at bars with his friends while I was juggling my job and raising our kids. “Enough is enough,” I said to myself one day when I woke up to about ten beer cans littering the coffee table. But it wasn’t until I found out that he was cheating on me with the young new bartender at the bar he frequented.
“I can explain, Serena!” he said when I brought it up the first time. “It’s not what you think it is. Mimi is just a friend.”
“I’ve heard that line before,” I shouted.
“Pack your things and get out!”
“Where do you want me to go?” he asked pathetically.
