Choosing The Assistant Over The Ruthless CEO

I signed my own divorce papers thinking they were an investment in our future.

Craig handed me the stack of documents with a smile, telling me it was to secure assets for our unborn children. I trusted him more than gravity, so I didn't read the fine print.

Hours later, at his promotion party, I watched him announce his engagement to Chanel, the company heiress.

I rushed to check the folder I had signed. It wasn't a trust fund. It was a complete dissolution of our marriage.

I received no alimony. He kept the house and the stocks. And the box for "no child visitation" was already checked.

The cruelest twist came the next morning. I stared at a pregnancy test with two pink lines.

I was pregnant with the child of a man who had just tricked me into a divorce and called me "dead weight" in a text to his mistress.

When I tried to disappear and rebuild my life, Craig didn't let me go. His ego couldn't handle my silence.

He kidnapped me, locking me in a warehouse to "fix" our marriage, delusional enough to believe we could be a happy family after he caused me to lose the baby.

I thought I would die in that cold, dark room.

Then, a truck rammed through the wall, engulfed in flames.

Felix, the quiet assistant I had barely noticed for five years, walked through the fire to get me.

As he carried me out of the burning wreckage, leaving Craig behind, I realized he wasn't just an employee.

He had been waiting to save me all along.