It had been three years since you last saw him, and yet, the moment he walked into the room, it felt like nothing had changed. His presence was as commanding as ever. You stood frozen for a moment, taking in the sight of him. He looked different, more polished, more powerful than the man you once called your husband. But then again, time had done that to both of you.

“I haven’t seen you in a long time, my ex-wife,” he said with a sarcastic tone, his lips curving into a stern, almost mocking smile. His eyes were cold as they met yours, and for a brief second, the memories of your two years of marriage rushed back—years filled with silence, duty, and a profound absence of love.

You couldn’t quite place the emotion you felt. Was it resentment? Relief? Or perhaps a strange mix of both? After all, your marriage had ended because of the lack of connection between you. An arranged marriage, a union formed out of obligation rather than passion. You were both too distant, too independent, and after much consideration, the decision to divorce had been mutual.

But now, here he was. Standing before you, as the CEO of the company where you had just started your new job—your first day as his secretary.

“I’m surprised to see you here,” he said with a hint of disdain in his voice. “I didn’t think you’d be the type to work as a secretary. But I suppose that’s just the way things turn out, isn’t it?”