The Ultimate Betrayal—And My Sweet, Sweet Revenge
My heart pounded as I walked down the office hallway, my heels clicking against the polished floor. This is it. After nearly a year of sleepless nights, endless drafts, and relentless effort, my project was finally ready.
This wasn’t just any project—it was my masterpiece. The one that would prove I was more than just another employee. The one that would get me the promotion, the recognition, the respect I deserved.
I knocked on my boss’s door, barely able to contain my excitement.
“Come in,” Mr. Thornton’s deep voice called out.
I stepped inside—and froze.
Callie was sitting there, her hands folded neatly in her lap, a smug little smile playing on her lips.
What is she doing here?
“Alice, sit down,” Mr. Thornton said, his expression grim.
I sat, my stomach twisting into knots. Something was very, very wrong.
“I’ll cut to the chase,” he said, flipping through a folder. “Callie has brought something… concerning to my attention. The project you submitted last week? It wasn’t yours.”
I stared at him, my mouth dropping open. “What?”
Callie sighed, shaking her head like she was so disappointed in me. “Alice… I don’t know how you got my notes, but this was my idea. I submitted it two weeks ago. The research, the proposal—it’s all mine.”
“That’s impossible!” I shot back, my voice shaking. “I’ve been working on this for months! You weren’t even part of this team when I started!”
Mr. Thornton rubbed his temples. “Alice, I’ve seen both submissions. The evidence is clear. Callie’s work was documented first.”
“Because she stole it!” I nearly shouted.
Callie gave me a pitying look. “I didn’t want it to come to this… but I had to protect my work.”
Mr. Thornton stood up. “I’m sorry, Alice. But given the circumstances… we have to let you go.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Fired. Just like that.
Callie stood, smoothing her skirt. “I’ll leave you two to talk.” She gave me one last smirk before gliding out of the room.
I turned to Mr. Thornton, my hands clenched into fists. “You know me. You know my work. How can you believe her over me?”
He wouldn’t even look me in the eye. “The decision’s been made.”
I stormed out, my vision blurring with rage. How did this happen? How did Callie know every detail of my project?
Then it hit me.
Harris.
My husband. The man who had access to my laptop, my notes, my everything.
Harris had always been the perfect partner—flowers after a bad day, coffee waiting for me in the morning, sweet texts just because. But lately… things had been off.
“Late at the office again, babe. Don’t wait up.”
“Business trip. Just one night.”
I’d ignored the signs, brushed off my suspicions. But now? Now I needed answers.
The second I got home, I tore through his things. His jacket pockets. His briefcase. His phone.
Bingo.
A restaurant receipt. Wine. Lobster for two. Dessert for two. From a night he’d sworn he was working late.
My hands shook as I scrolled through his messages. Deleted, of course. But not everything.
A single name popped up again and again.
Callie.
And then I saw it—the proof. Messages about my project. About handing over my files. About betraying me.
My blood ran cold.
Harris wasn’t just cheating on me. He’d destroyed my career for her.
But I wasn’t going down without a fight.
My “farewell party” was set. I’d personally invited everyone—my colleagues, Callie, even Mr. Thornton. And, of course, my loving husband, Harris.
The room was packed, filled with awkward smiles and half-hearted goodbyes.
“So sorry you’re leaving, Alice!”
“What’s next for you?”
I smiled sweetly. “Oh, you’ll see.”
I stepped to the front of the room, clicking the remote in my hand. The screen lit up.
“Before I go, I want to show you all something special,” I said, my voice steady. *”This is my project. The *real* version.”*
Gasps filled the room as the slides advanced—blueprints, prototypes, everything Callie had claimed was hers. But with one crucial difference: mine was already built.
Mr. Thornton’s jaw dropped.
Callie’s face went white.
And then—the final blow.
I clicked again.
A massive cake rolled in, topped with a photo of Harris and Callie—kissing. The words on the cake?
“THEY STOLE MY LIFE.”
The room erupted.
Harris looked like he was about to pass out. Callie bolted for the door—but not before everyone saw the truth.
Mr. Thornton jumped up. “Alice, I—I had no idea! Come back! We’ll give you a promotion, a raise—”
I shook my head, smiling. *”Too late. I’ve already got a new investor. And *this* project?”* I gestured to the screen. *”It’s *mine.* And it’s happening. Without any of you.”*
Two weeks later, the divorce papers were signed. Harris begged. Cried. Swore it was a mistake.
I didn’t care.
I packed my bags, booked a one-way ticket to Bali, and left everything—and everyone—behind.
As the plane took off, I leaned back in my seat, finally free.
They’d tried to ruin me.
But in the end?
I won.