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My Husband's Mistress Mocked Me At Our Party—She Didn't Know I Was Her New Boss

I gripped my leather portfolio tighter as I stepped through the gleaming glass doors of Horizon Digital Solutions. The security guard glanced up, his expression neutral as he handed me a visitor badge with "New Hire Orientation" printed in bold letters. If only he knew what kind of orientation today would really be. "Conference room is on the 30th floor," he said, gesturing toward the elevators. "They're expecting you. " The elevator doors closed with a soft whoosh, and for a moment, I stood alone with my reflection. Six months ago, I wouldn't have recognized the woman staring back at me. Emily Parker 2. 0—hair styled in a sharp bob instead of the long waves Nathan had always preferred, charcoal power suit instead of the soft pastels he'd insisted "suited my personality," and eyes that no longer held any trace of the devastation I'd felt when my world imploded. My heartbeat quickened as the elevator climbed, not from nervousness but anticipation. I thought about Nathan, probably sitting in his corner office right now, smugly directing his team, completely unaware that in exactly forty-five minutes, everything would change. The elevator chimed as it reached the 30th floor. I stepped out into the bustling hallway of Horizon's headquarters, the place Nathan had called his second home for years—though I now understood it had been merely one of his many stages for deception. As I made my way toward the HR department, I caught fragments of conversation from passing employees. "Did you hear about the all-hands meeting later? " "Something big's happening at 10:30. . . " "Parker's been insufferable all week. . . " Perfect. The rumor mill was already churning, creating exactly the atmosphere I'd anticipated. Grace Tompkins, the HR Director, greeted me with a knowing smile. She was one of the few who knew my true identity and position. "Emily! Welcome to Horizon. Let me get your orientation started. " She winked subtly, playing along with our carefully orchestrated plan. As Grace led me through the open office area, I caught sight of him through the glass walls of the breakroom. Nathan stood commanding attention from his team, his designer suit and perfectly coiffed hair projecting the image of success he'd always prioritized. But I knew better. That Rolex on his wrist and the Italian leather shoes—I was still paying for them. Before we jump back in, tell us where you're tuning in from, and if this story touches you, make sure you're subscribed—because tomorrow, I've saved something extra special for you! Six months ago, my life as I knew it ended at our anniversary party. Fifteen years of marriage celebrated in our beautifully decorated backyard, surrounded by friends, colleagues, and family. I'd spent weeks planning every detail, from the string lights draped through the maple trees to the custom playlist that included every meaningful song from our relationship. Nathan had seemed distracted that evening, constantly checking his phone and disappearing for "important work calls. " I'd made excuses for him to our guests, as I'd done countless times before. "Emily! " A voice pulled me from my memories. Nathan was approaching, that familiar confident smirk playing across his lips. I straightened my spine, maintaining perfect composure. "Well, what a surprise," he said, resting his palm against the wall beside me in that proprietary way he used to establish dominance. "Finally decided to enter the tech world? " "Nathan," I replied coolly, noticing how his wedding band had been replaced by a flashier, more expensive one. "I didn't expect to see you here. " "It's Director Parker in the office," he corrected, straightening his silk tie. "I head the Client Relations division. And you," he glanced at my temporary badge, his smirk widening, "are in orientation. Well, everyone has to start somewhere. " Nearby employees pretended not to listen, but their typing had suspiciously slowed. I smiled politely, letting him savor what he believed was his moment of superiority.