When I started that job, I never expected it to feel like a soap opera. My boss — confident, charming, always smiling — had everyone wrapped around his finger except me. Rumors about him and the new intern spread fast, and the constant drama wore me down. I knew I needed to leave; I just didn’t know when.
Then the moment came.
His wife called, suspicious and demanding to know where he was. Normally I’d give a polite excuse, but that day I’d had enough. Calmly, I said, “If you’re worried, you can come see — he’s here with the new intern.”
Silence. I braced myself.
Instead, she laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. I know. She’s my cousin. He’s helping her with her degree.”
I froze. All my assumptions collapsed.
That day taught me that things aren’t always what they seem. I left soon after — not upset, just wiser. Sometimes the truth doesn’t blow up; it quietly corrects you.
