I had a crush on him and sleep with him Episode 1

For years, I’ve secretly watched him from my cubicle. He’s the brilliant, untouchable VP, my ultimate office crush. I never dreamed I’d get closer than the break room. Then, a masquerade charity gala changed everything. In the dark, with masks on, we shared an explosive, anonymous night together. I slipped away at dawn, certain our paths would never cross like that again. I was wrong. Our traditional families had other plans. To secure a business merger, they arranged our marriage. Now, I’m legally bound to the man of my dreams, who looks at his new wife—me—with polite, detached indifference. He doesn’t recognize me. To him, I’m just a stranger he’s been forced to marry, another obligation. The irony is torture. We live together. We lead a major project together at the office. Every professional meeting is charged with the memory of that night. Every casual touch at home is electric for me, and completely mundane for him. The pressure is cracking me. His jealous ex-fiancée, a senior director, suspects something and is digging for dirt. My own best friend, who knows my secret, keeps warning me this lie will blow up in my face. How long can I pretend? The closer we get at work, the harder it is to hide my feelings. I’m waiting for the moment he looks into my eyes and finally sees the woman from that fateful night. When he does, will it be the beginning of our real story, or the end of everything we’ve built?

For years, I’ve secretly watched him from my cubicle. He’s the brilliant, untouchable VP, my ultimate office crush. I never dreamed I’d get closer than the break room. Then, a masquerade charity gala changed everything. In the dark, with masks on, we shared an explosive, anonymous night together. I slipped away at dawn, certain our paths would never cross like that again. I was wrong. Our traditional families had other plans. To secure a business merger, they arranged our marriage. Now, I’m legally bound to the man of my dreams, who looks at his new wife—me—with polite, detached indifference. He doesn’t recognize me. To him, I’m just a stranger he’s been forced to marry, another obligation. The irony is torture. We live together. We lead a major project together at the office. Every professional meeting is charged with the memory of that night. Every casual touch at home is electric for me, and completely mundane for him. The pressure is cracking me. His jealous ex-fiancée, a senior director, suspects something and is digging for dirt. My own best friend, who knows my secret, keeps warning me this lie will blow up in my face. How long can I pretend? The closer we get at work, the harder it is to hide my feelings. I’m waiting for the moment he looks into my eyes and finally sees the woman from that fateful night. When he does, will it be the beginning of our real story, or the end of everything we’ve built?