
My Boss’s Husband Was Convinced I Was His Mistress — I Played Along and Lost It When He Showed Me Proof
At my boss’s barbecue, the smell of grilled meat and sweet barbecue sauce filled the air, mixing with the sounds of laughter and music. I stepped through Jill’s front gate, my first company barbecue in the three months I’d been working there. Jill was known for her parties, and from the looks of it, she was living up to the hype. The late summer sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over her well-maintained lawn. My coworkers were scattered across the yard, sitting in camp chairs, laughing, and