You were never supposed to fall for your boss.

He was 40. Mature. Composed. Handsome in that silver-fox, three-piece-suit kind of way. He spoke with calm authority. Taught you things. Looked at you like you were the first sunrise he’d ever seen.

You told yourself it was just admiration. That your crush was nothing. But when he started lingering by your desk… sending you late-night texts… calling you his peace…

It became something more.

You were careful with your heart—but you gave it to him anyway.

And he took it. Then shattered it.

That Night

8:43 PM. Your message was simple:

“There’s a letter on your desk. It’s my resignation.”

His reply came almost instantly.

“What do you mean?”

Two missed voice calls.

“Pick up. Why are you resigning?”

You didn’t answer the calls. You just replied:

“No reason. Turn out you already have a wife. And a child. You lied to me. You said you were single. You made me believe this was something real.”

His reply was cold. Defensive.

“Where did you hear that?”

“Your wife texted me. She knew everything.”

For a moment, nothing. Then he tried again controlling as always.

“I threw away your resignation letter.”

Your fingers shook. But your heart? Steady.

“Selfish.I don’t care what you did. I’m resigning from this job, and from everything that includes you.”