The Secret Girlfriend's Revenge: No Second Chances

For three years, I kept my relationship with Grayson a secret to protect his tech career, playing the role of his strict, single coworker.

But I opened our company internal software today to find hundreds of colleagues enthusiastically betting on when he would propose to my best friend, Kloe.

I screenshotted it and sent it to Grayson, asking for an explanation. His reply was dismissive: "Just office banter. Can you not be such a prude about it? It's embarrassing."

Instead of shutting the rumors down, Grayson basked in the attention.

"Jealousy is a career killer, Blair," my coworkers sneered, plastering my desk with sticky notes.

I had paid half his mortgage and sacrificed my youth for his success, only to be thrown away for twenty minutes of cheap office applause.

I stared at the word "embarrassing," my nails digging into my palm to keep the tears from falling.

I took a deep breath and peeled the mocking sticky notes off my desk one by one, tucking them into my bag—they wanted to see me break, but I was going to walk out of this with my head held high.

I signed my transfer papers to Denver, dialed the best defamation lawyer in Seattle, and prepared to tear down their perfect facade.