I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Bianca, having experienced motherhood herself, recognized Meredith’s instinctive gesture to protect her belly. She smiled at Meredith’s stomach and asked, “How many months along are you?”

Caught off guard by the question, Meredith quickly composed herself and replied, “Just under two months.” She felt a bit embarrassed.

“That’s wonderful,” Bianca said, her eyes warm with affection. “Make sure to rest plenty, especially during the first three months. Don’t overexert yourself, and be mindful of your diet. You young people like to eat street food, but it’s not good for your health.”

Meredith felt comforted by her words. “Thank you, Mrs. Chaucer, I’ll remember that.”

“Terry is a good man. He will be a great husband and father. Meredith, you are very fortunate,” Bianca remarked, knowing Terrence Sterling would be an excellent son-in-law, though she lamented her own daughter’s shortcomings.

As they chatted at the cafe entrance, Joy Chaucer spotted them from a distance as she descended from her company’s building. Seeing her mother laughing and talking with Meredith, whom she blamed for her own misfortunes, filled Joy with jealousy and resentment.

Instead of approaching them, Joy decided to follow Chloe’s advice: secure her position at the company first, then deal with Meredith later. For now, she couldn’t touch Meredith, but she was determined to settle scores with Ruby Kim, who she believed was also responsible for her suffering.

Joy made her way to the parking lot and made a sinister phone call: “Have you found that wench yet? Once you do, send her straight to hell to meet her parents! Do I need to teach you how? Just like how I ran her mother over, do the same to her. It’s just a traffic accident; you won’t even have to worry about prison time…”

After Ruby had left Falconer Holdings, she went into hiding, knowing Joy wanted her dead. Ruby was determined to take Joy down with her if it came to it.

Meredith and Bianca soon parted ways, and Meredith hailed a cab to find Justin.

…

At Sterling Corporation, the atmosphere was usually predictable and controlled-until an unexpected package arrived. Rick, carrying a parcel, entered the office, “Mr. Sterling, your delivery.”

Terrence Sterling never shopped online. Whatever he needed, he simply instructed his staff, and it was taken care of-deliveries were not a common occurrence for him. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and mild irritation, “Who sent it?” he asked sharply. “Rick, you’ve been with me for many years. When have you ever seen me order anything online?”

Realizing his oversight, Rick quickly checked the sender information, only to find a clearly fictitious name with no additional details. “I’m sorry, Mr. Sterling, I’ll handle this right away.”

As Rick turned to dispose of the package, Terrence stopped him, “Open it.” If someone had gone to the effort to send it directly to him, he needed to see its contents, regardless of the sender.

Rick complied, carefully using scissors to avoid any potential hazards. As Terrence’s assistant, it was his responsibility to ensure his boss’s safety. However, the moment he saw what was inside the box, he instinctively turned his gaze away, “Mr. Sterling, this…”

Inside the box were photographs. The pictures showed Meredith and Justin in an embrace. An immediate regret washed over Rick; why had he brought this package inside? Why had he opened it? He had inadvertently exposed his boss to potential personal betrayal.

Such photos could only provoke jealousy in any man-seeing his spouse in the arms of another man was a universally sore sight. Terrence picked up one of the photos, his face unreadable, a mask hiding any trace of the storm possibly brewing within.

Rick, using his peripheral vision to gauge Terrence’s reaction, only heard a calm, almost detached command, “Get back to work.” Relieved yet still tense, Rick quickly exited the room.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Alone now, Terrence scrutinized the photograph. His brow furrowed deeply as he observed the dynamics captured in the image. It was clear from the photograph that Meredith was the initiator of the embrace; Justin’s hands hung passively at his sides. The angle of the shot suggested that the photographer must have been standing right at the doorway.