The Ultimate Betrayal—And My Sweet Revenge
My heart pounded as I walked down the office hallway, my heels clicking against the polished floor. This is it. After nearly a year of sleepless nights, endless drafts, and relentless effort, my project was finally ready. This wasn’t just any project—it was my masterpiece. The one that would change everything.
I could already picture it: my boss’s stunned expression, the applause, the promotion I’d worked so hard for. A small, confident smile tugged at my lips as I raised my hand and knocked on Mr. Thornton’s office door.
“Come in,” his deep voice called from inside.
I pushed the door open—and froze.
Callie was sitting there, her hands folded neatly in her lap, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. My stomach twisted. What is she doing here?
Mr. Thornton gestured to the empty chair. “Alice, sit down.”
I did, my pulse suddenly racing for a very different reason. Something was wrong.
“I’ll cut to the chase,” Mr. Thornton said, flipping through a stack of papers. “Callie here has brought something… concerning to my attention.”
I frowned. “Concerning? What do you mean?”
Callie sighed, as if this pained her. “Alice… I don’t know how to say this, but the project you submitted? It’s mine.”
I laughed—a sharp, disbelieving sound. “That’s impossible. I’ve been working on this for months. You weren’t even here when I started!”
Mr. Thornton rubbed his temples. “Alice, Callie submitted her proposal first. The details, the structure—it’s all identical to yours.”
“Because she stole it!” My voice rose, anger burning in my chest. “You know this is my work!”
Callie shook her head, her eyes full of fake sympathy. “I didn’t want to believe it either, but the evidence is clear.”
Mr. Thornton stood, his expression grim. “I’m sorry, Alice. We have no choice. You’re fired.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Fired? After everything I’d done?
I stormed out, my mind spinning. How did Callie get my work?
And then—it hit me.
Harris.
My husband. The man who had access to everything.
Harris had always been the perfect partner—flowers, sweet notes, remembering my favorite coffee. But lately? Late nights. “Business trips.” Excuses.
I rushed home, my blood boiling. He was in the shower, unaware of the storm about to break.
I tore through his things—jacket pockets, briefcase, and finally, his phone.
Bingo.
A restaurant receipt. Wine. Lobster for two. Desserts for two.
From a night he’d claimed he was “working late.”
I scrolled further—texts, photos, everything. My stomach turned.
Harris wasn’t just cheating.
He was helping Callie ruin me.
I refused to crumble. If they thought they could destroy me, they were dead wrong.
I had one last move.
On my final day, the office threw a farewell party—my idea. I made sure everyone was there. Callie. Harris. Even Mr. Thornton.
“Thank you all for coming,” I said, standing at the front of the room. “Before I go, I want to share something special—my real project.”
I clicked the remote.
The screen lit up with my work—the full, finished version. The one only I knew about. Gasps filled the room.
“This isn’t just an idea. It’s real,” I said, locking eyes with Callie. “And thanks to my new investor, it’s moving forward.”
The investor—a powerful CEO I’d secretly partnered with—stood and nodded. “Alice is the only one who can lead this.”
Callie’s face went white.
But I wasn’t done.
I flicked the lights pink—dramatic effect—and a giant cake rolled in.
On top? A photo of Harris and Callie.
And in bold letters: “THEY STOLE MY LIFE.”
The room exploded.
Harris looked like he wanted to vanish. Callie’s mouth hung open.
Mr. Thornton shot to his feet. “Alice, I—I had no idea. Come back. We’ll give you a promotion, whatever you want!”
I smiled. “Too late. I’ve already moved on.”
The divorce was quick. Painful, but necessary.
And as my plane took off for a well-deserved vacation, I leaned back, finally free.
They tried to break me.
Instead, I won.
