“Before I leave, I wanted to share with you all something very special. This is my final project, the one I’ve been working on for the past year.”
I continued, my gaze sweeping over the room, making sure everyone was listening. I paused, letting the tension build.
I clicked the remote in my hand, and the screen behind me lit up with the first slide. It showcased the core of my work, the installation concept that my boss had dismissed as “just an idea on paper.” But it wasn’t. I had been quietly building it all along.
Gasps filled the room as the actual installation appeared on the next slide. The room fell silent. Even Mr.
Thornton, who had been leaning back, unimpressed, sat up straight, his eyes wide. “I’ve been working with an investor on this project,” I said, watching Callie from the corner of my eye. I motioned to the back of the room, where the investor I had personally brought on board stood up and waved.
He confirmed everything I had said. Callie’s face paled. She knew it was over.
Without me, she couldn’t finish what she had stolen. But I wasn’t done yet. I turned the pink lights for the bigger effect and presented the final surprise.
It was a big cake with a photo of Harris and Callie on it. Together. There were letters on top, “THEY STOLE MY LIFE.”
“In case you were wondering how Callie had access to my work.
My husband, Harris.”
***
The room was dead silent after I dropped the bomb. Harris and Callie stood there, their faces drained of all color, unable to speak. Everyone stared at them.
Mr. Thornton, still looking stunned, finally broke the silence, stretching his hand for the deal. I looked at him for a moment, considering his offer.
But after everything, I knew I needed more than just a job. “Thank you, Mr. Thornton, but I think I’m done here.
I’ve got my own project now, and I’m moving forward with the investor’s support.”
He nodded, understanding. “I wish you the best, Alice. You deserve it.”
***
After that, everything moved quickly.
I filed for divorce from Harris without looking back. It was the final step in closing a painful chapter. After everything that had happened, I knew I needed time for myself.
I needed to heal, to breathe, to regain my strength. So, I packed my bags and left for a much-needed vacation. As the plane took off, I felt a sense of freedom I hadn’t known in years.
The past had tried to break me, but instead, I had risen from the ashes of betrayal. I was ready to take on the world again, stronger than ever. Tell us what you think about this story, and share it with your friends.
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