At the company anniversary celebration, my best friend and fiancé teamed up to frame me, ruining my reputation.
The intern from back then handed me a marriage agreement. “Marry me, and I’ll make you a director.”
I signed it while drunk. After joining the company, I discovered that he was my boss: sharp-tongued by day, cooking in an “I’m the wife” apron at night.
When the company was acquired, he revealed his true identity: he was the hidden CEO.
I confronted him coldly. He knelt on a keyboard and apologized.
Marriage first, love later. The more painful the angst, the sweeter the payoff.
