Blood Relatives Who Drained Me
Language: en
Three days after my miscarriage, I returned to the office despite the pain. Eric had insisted I rest, promising to oversee our new multimillion-dollar contract himself. Still, a gnawing unease wouldn't leave me. I pushed open my office door. Eric's cousin, Kayla—fresh from dropping out of vocational school—was lounging in my executive chair, using my ten-thousand-dollar tea set to mix powdered milk tea. She was lecturing my department manager. "This project is mine now. You employees better behave," she declared. Newly signed outsourcing contracts littered the table, stamped with my…