Chapter 1

What’s it like secretly dating the boss behind his wife’s back?

A link to an article popped up on my phone. The sender waited just long enough before unsending it.

“Sorry, Mrs. Summers! Wrong person!”

The apology came from our new receptionist.

I frowned and was about to send my husband a screenshot, but he beat me to it.

“Babe, look at this. That two-faced idiot thinks our driver is me!”

After a long day, I was reaching for my bag to head home when my phone chimed.

A new message flashed across the screen.

The headline read: “What’s It Like Secretly Dating the Boss Behind His Wife’s Back?”

Frowning, I opened the article as I walked toward the elevator.

It was just some bitch documenting, in painstaking detail, how she’d seduced her boss.

I had to admit, the story was pretty funny.

The elevator came to a smooth stop on the first floor.

I glanced at my phone. The sender suddenly unsent the message.

Then came a follow-up that left plenty to the imagination.

“Sorry, Mrs. Summers! Wrong person!”

Chloe? She was our company’s new receptionist.

Twenty-one, fresh out of college.

I remembered her first day. Loose waves, soft makeup that was clearly meant to look both innocent and sexy, a tiny skirt, and a spaghetti-strap top.

When I walked past reception that day, the HR director was giving her an earful.

She’d told Chloe to dress appropriately and use some common sense.

If I remembered correctly, Chloe was especially fond of black stockings.

Those slim legs wrapped in sheer black nylon were lethal. Probably not many men could dodge that particular weapon.

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up to find my husband standing in front of me.

I took a screenshot, about to send it to him.

He shoved his phone into my other hand, looking utterly disgusted.

“Babe, look. That two-faced idiot at reception thinks our driver is me!”

My husband suggested we bring the whole thing out into the open at the annual company gala and see how she explained herself.

I hummed in agreement.

My husband had always been excellent at spotting a woman’s fake-innocent act. I trusted him completely.

Besides, I was curious to see Chloe’s face when she found out the man wasn’t her boss, but his driver.

The next morning, I’d barely sat down at my desk when another message arrived.

“Boss, I’ll be waiting for you in room 3602 at the Hilton tonight.”

She’d posted that suggestive little invitation in the company WhatsApp group.

A few seconds later, she deleted it and left an even more ridiculous message.

“Oops! Sorry, wrong chat.”

Her terrible acting almost made me laugh.

The same trick again?

I didn’t consider her worth worrying about and went back to work.

Before long, though, I noticed something was off.

I’d only stepped out to use the restroom. Why was everyone sneaking looks at me?

Did they actually think our receptionist was sleeping with my husband?

Puzzled, I took the elevator straight down to the first floor.

Several women were gathered around reception.

I was too far away to hear what they were saying.

But the smug look on Chloe’s face was unmistakable.

Were they sucking up to her? Envious that she’d won the boss’s attention and affection?

As I approached, the women lowered their heads, greeted me, and sheepishly headed back to their offices.

Chloe still looked just as full of herself.

Exactly like a mistress who thought she’d finally made it.

“Not much work to do?”

I deliberately asked the question as I looked at the pile of makeup spread across her desk.

Chloe froze for a moment. The smile stiffened on her lips, and she casually played with her hair.

As she did, I noticed the earrings she was making sure I could see.

What a coincidence. They were identical to the pair my husband had given me a few days earlier.