Leaving The CEO Who Despised Me
Language: en
I had been married to Tracy for exactly three years. It happened on a Tuesday night. I was reaching for a glass of water when I saw words floating above her head. They were white, semi-transparent, and scrolled slowly from left to right like a live feed of subtitles on a streaming site. The text read: Why is he still awake? God, he’s so annoying. I froze. Tracy was propped up against the headboard, her eyes fixed on a stack of legal documents. Her expression was the same as it always was—composed, professional, and utterly cold. Her lips hadn’t moved. She hadn’t breathed a word. But I felt…