Karma
Language: en
For five years, I was Sebastian Croft’s mistress. Then, I finally got the promotion. The woman who once screamed herself hoarse, calling me a shameless homewrecker, signed the divorce papers with the stillness of a stagnant pond. Before she left, she asked me a single, weightless question: "Do you believe in karma?" I laughed. If karma was real, I wouldn’t be sitting here, about to become the next Mrs. Croft. She had no one to blame but herself. She’d let herself become a bitter, washed-up housewife, incapable of holding on to her man. Once I had the title, I never slacked. I was…