My Husband Chose His Mistress Over Me in the ER - Chapter 9: Chapter 9
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A gentle knock interrupted my thoughts. "Dinner's ready," my sister-in-law called softly through the door.
I took a quick breath, slipped my phone into my pocket, and opened the door with what I hoped looked like an easy smile.
My brother and his wife stood waiting, their faces etched with concern.
"Come try these dishes," my sister-in-law said, guiding me to the table with cautious enthusiasm. "Your brother mentioned your favorites, but I'm not sure I got them quite right."
The spread before me could've been lifted straight from my childhood memories. My vision blurred unexpectedly.
The lump in my throat made it hard to speak as she piled food onto my plate. The first bite transported me home. "This is incredible!" I managed around a mouthful, giving an enthusiastic thumbs-up. "Tastes just like Mom used to make!"
A blush crept up her neck as she fidgeted with her apron. "Oh, I'm so glad you like it..."
The meal wrapped me in warmth - my brother's steady presence, my sister-in-law's quiet kindness, my nephew's endless chatter making the house feel alive. For the first time in months, the hollow space in my chest didn't ache.
I wished this fragile peace could last.
But restlessness won out. Within days, I found work at a local pet store - stocking supplies, handling online orders, nothing that required emotional heavy lifting. The leisurely pace left plenty of time for gossip.
Turns out not everyone at my old company bought Mark and Olivia's fairytale. My former colleagues became unexpected informants.
"Get this," one text read, "Mark actually checked the security footage. Saw Olivia installing that spyware herself. Never seen someone self-destruct so spectacularly!"
Another message popped up: "Remember that client you landed? Olivia 'adjusted' the contract terms. The deal imploded so hard they blacklisted Mark entirely."
I smirked at my phone. That account had only stayed with us because of my relationship with their team. Without me there to smooth things over... well. Natural consequences.
Between processing online orders and restocking chew toys, I listened to the ongoing saga of my former workplace's meltdown. The pet store's sales numbers climbed steadily under my management - so much so that the owner started handing me more responsibility.
Just like that, my peaceful hiatus evaporated. The universe really does have a sense of irony.
I took a quick breath, slipped my phone into my pocket, and opened the door with what I hoped looked like an easy smile.
My brother and his wife stood waiting, their faces etched with concern.
"Come try these dishes," my sister-in-law said, guiding me to the table with cautious enthusiasm. "Your brother mentioned your favorites, but I'm not sure I got them quite right."
The spread before me could've been lifted straight from my childhood memories. My vision blurred unexpectedly.
The lump in my throat made it hard to speak as she piled food onto my plate. The first bite transported me home. "This is incredible!" I managed around a mouthful, giving an enthusiastic thumbs-up. "Tastes just like Mom used to make!"
A blush crept up her neck as she fidgeted with her apron. "Oh, I'm so glad you like it..."
The meal wrapped me in warmth - my brother's steady presence, my sister-in-law's quiet kindness, my nephew's endless chatter making the house feel alive. For the first time in months, the hollow space in my chest didn't ache.
I wished this fragile peace could last.
But restlessness won out. Within days, I found work at a local pet store - stocking supplies, handling online orders, nothing that required emotional heavy lifting. The leisurely pace left plenty of time for gossip.
Turns out not everyone at my old company bought Mark and Olivia's fairytale. My former colleagues became unexpected informants.
"Get this," one text read, "Mark actually checked the security footage. Saw Olivia installing that spyware herself. Never seen someone self-destruct so spectacularly!"
Another message popped up: "Remember that client you landed? Olivia 'adjusted' the contract terms. The deal imploded so hard they blacklisted Mark entirely."
I smirked at my phone. That account had only stayed with us because of my relationship with their team. Without me there to smooth things over... well. Natural consequences.
Between processing online orders and restocking chew toys, I listened to the ongoing saga of my former workplace's meltdown. The pet store's sales numbers climbed steadily under my management - so much so that the owner started handing me more responsibility.
Just like that, my peaceful hiatus evaporated. The universe really does have a sense of irony.
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