The new boss walked in like a dream — sharp suit, perfect smile, and every woman in the office swooned. Everyone but me. I knew that face.
I used to wake up next to it… before he ruined my life.
Lately, my life has felt like a well-balanced play: mornings begin with cocoa and my ten-year-old daughter Ellie’s laughter, and days are filled with work on new projects for our charity organization.
And evenings were with William, a successful journalist and the first man I had let close in years.
I knew pain. Eight years before, my ex had left me with debt and a destroyed career. He didn’t just leave — he ensured I couldn’t get up again.
But I did.
I rebuilt myself from the ashes. Every step and every decision was like a puzzle forming the new me.
When I walked into the office that morning, something felt off. Too many people were standing around, whispering, and their eyes darting toward the conference room.
“Did you hear he’s from New York?” whispered Mia by the coffee machine.
“That voice?
That brain? Ugh, I’d let him run my whole life,” giggled Jessica.
I wasn’t interested.
Not in gossip, not in charm, not in illusions. I had built this department brick by brick alongside a team I trusted.
“Grace,” said Mia, nudging me with her elbow. “Don’t act like you’re not curious.
Come on.”
Then, the HR director walked up to the front of the room.
“And now, friends,” she said, smoothing her blazer, “please welcome the new CEO of our organization!”
Applause started. I took a sip of coffee, casually turning toward the door. And froze.
He walked in.
Logan. My EX.
In a deep grey suit, tailored within an inch of perfection. That jawline that once made me stupid.
That same damn smile.
Our eyes met. His smile widened like a man about to make a move on a chessboard. My fingers went numb around the cup.
The coffee suddenly tasted like ash.
The last time I saw that smile was in court — right before he took everything from me with that same calm expression.
No one else noticed the tremor that ran through me. They were too busy leaning toward each other and whispering.
“God, I think I just forgot how to blink.”
All I heard was one thought echoing like a siren.
What is he doing here?
***
The next few days turned into a game. Not mine — his.
Logan became the office star. He strolled through departments, greeted everyone by name, listened attentively, praised people, and cracked jokes.
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