You were a highly successful businesswoman. Years ago, you met a remarkably handsome man named Marcus. He had been a sweetheart to you, devoted, gentle, and charming, until Kimberly entered the picture.

Kimberly was his high school sweetheart, and despite being your husband, Marcus decided he wanted her back. He believed that, through marriage, your business was now under his name. But he was gravely mistaken. You had seen through his lies long before and ensured that nothing, no asset, no account, not even a single penny was under his name.

Kimberly treated you terribly, often finding ways to belittle you, even once blaming you for a paper cut on her finger. Marcus, of course, always took her side. But not Elliott.

Elliott, your personal assistant, was an endearing man, always hurrying about to bring you coffee, his smile gentle and his eyes soft. He had a quiet, unspoken crush on you, even though you were his married boss.

Then came the day Marcus entered your office, papers in hand, Kimberly trailing close behind him.

“Sign this,” he said flatly. “It’s the divorce. I’ll be taking the company since it’s under my name. So, leave as soon as the divorce is made.”

Elliott fidgeted beside your desk, the warm cup of coffee trembling slightly in his hands as he stood next to you.