{"id":5294,"date":"2024-10-25T01:21:54","date_gmt":"2024-10-25T01:21:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/?p=5294"},"modified":"2024-10-25T01:21:55","modified_gmt":"2024-10-25T01:21:55","slug":"i-wanted-to-surprise-my-husband-by-secretly-getting-a-job-at-his-company-after-the-first-day-we-broke-up","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/i-wanted-to-surprise-my-husband-by-secretly-getting-a-job-at-his-company-after-the-first-day-we-broke-up\/","title":{"rendered":"I Wanted to Surprise My Husband by Secretly Getting a Job at His Company \u2013 After the First Day, We Broke Up"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<h1 class='\"wp-block-heading\"'>I Wanted to Surprise My Husband by Secretly Getting a Job at His Company \u2013 After the First Day, We Broke Up\n\n\n\n</h1><p><a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/bknews11.store%5C/archives%5C/46264%5C%22"><time datetime='\"2024-10-24T18:02:16+00:00\"'>October 24, 2024&nbsp;&ndash;&nbsp;by&nbsp;<a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/bknews11.store%5C/archives%5C/author%5C/sophorsnov%5C%22">nt&nbsp;&ndash;&nbsp;</a><a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/bknews11.store%5C/archives%5C/46264#respond%5C%22">Leave a Comment\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/bknews11.store%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/52-24.jpg%5C%22"><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/bknews11.store%5C/wp-content%5C/uploads%5C/2024%5C/10%5C/52-24-735x400.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"\"\/'>\n\n\n\n<p>Lila, feeling disconnected from her husband Dylan, secretly lands a job at his company. On her first day, she discovers Dylan\u2019s shocking double life. Uncovering his deceit sets off a whirlwind of betrayal and revenge, leading to a dramatic public confrontation that changes everything.<br>\n\n\n\n</p><p>Hey everyone, I wanted to share something crazy that happened to me recently. You won\u2019t believe it. So, I\u2019m Lila, a housewife. Or at least, I was. My husband, Dylan always insisted I stay home, and for a while, I was okay with that.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/863a6a2c27035bde67d792df074b09a46edf24ce9606b93982db36879f469a2a.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' housewife baking source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A housewife baking | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>But the monotony of my daily routine and the loneliness from Dylan\u2019s long hours at work really started to get to me. I love Dylan, don\u2019t get me wrong, but I felt so disconnected from him. Most nights, I\u2019d find myself waiting up for him, only to fall asleep alone.\n\n\n\n</p><p>One night, after waking up to find Dylan had already crawled into bed hours earlier, I decided enough was enough.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I was tired of feeling useless and unproductive. I needed something more, something for myself. And maybe I could surprise Dylan by showing him that I could be just as productive as him.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/266d0e1812c6744a5ec59e0333c347de6b680446ad949423e930a9c60cbeaca0.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' woman leaning on a broom source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A woman leaning on a broom | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>So, I did something a little crazy\u2014I applied for a job at his company.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I kept it a secret, of course. I wanted it to be a surprise. I prepared meticulously for the interview, brushing up on all the skills I thought I\u2019d need.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The day of the interview, I was a bundle of nerves, but I nailed it. I didn\u2019t mention my connection to Dylan, and they hired me as a receptionist. I was ecstatic!\n\n\n\n</p><p>My first day at work was a whirlwind of excitement and nerves.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/1074896d8266bd8501913ae4575e82cdd91d07ad770631ce675d381371823159.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' woman heading to work source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A woman heading to work | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>I told Dylan I had a doctor\u2019s appointment to cover my tracks. As I walked into the office, my heart pounded in my chest. A woman named Sue greeted me with a warm smile and showed me to my desk.<br>\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cSo, Lila, welcome to the team! Let me give you a brief orientation,\u201d Sue said, her eyes crinkling at the corners.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cThanks, Sue. I\u2019m really excited to be here,\u201d I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/637b7d12d4c9b4882955de4f580511a47bcee89d32729797cda03efb32f9c02d.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"Two' women shaking hands source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>Two women shaking hands | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>As we walked around the office, Sue pointed out the kitchen, the conference rooms, and finally, the desk where I\u2019d be working.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I sat down, trying to absorb everything she was saying. Then, she glanced at my nameplate and froze.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cYour last name is Carter\u2026 wow, that\u2019s a coincidence. You have the same last name as our Dylan,\u201d she said with a chuckle.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I couldn\u2019t help but joke, \u201cMaybe I\u2019m his wife?\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Sue\u2019s smile faltered, and she looked uncomfortable. \u201cNo, his wife died a year ago. It was tragic. He took several weeks off to cope.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/152bb517779cbf7257bfb1da11b41dbe6fe9fceda16303e9d627adf6ef6e32e9.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' woman smiling awkwardly source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A woman smiling awkwardly | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>I felt like I\u2019d been sucker-punched. My ears started ringing, and for a moment, I thought I might pass out.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cI\u2019m sorry, what?\u201d I stammered, my voice barely more than a whisper.\n\n\n\n</p><p>My mind raced, trying to process her words. Dylan had taken time off work? A year ago? He hadn\u2019t mentioned anything about a break. But now that I thought about it, he did go on a long business trip around that time.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Sue frowned, concern etched on her face. \u201cI know, it\u2019s awful. I shouldn\u2019t have brought it up. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/4d3eedac2abd98a2a9de133de178185783d78e1d796a64bd055f595ffecc72d9.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' serious and thoughtful woman source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A serious and thoughtful woman | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>I forced a weak smile. As I tried to make sense of this revelation, the office door swung open. And in walked Dylan, holding hands with his boss, Rachel. They looked like a picture-perfect couple, laughing and chatting as if they didn\u2019t have a care in the world.\n\n\n\n</p><p>My stomach churned with a sickening mix of betrayal and rage. I leaned over behind my desk and fiddled with my shoe, pretending I was fixing a strap.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cThat\u2019s him now.\u201d Sue leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. \u201cHe\u2019s been dating the boss for a while. Dylan said they haven\u2019t married because he still remembers his wife.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/eb9bea71cba4df0fa7bb41edde9ce53faec866a15325e91bac1c238aa9b745b7.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"An' office space source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>An office space | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>I lifted my head just high enough to peek over the top of my desk. I watched Dylan and Rachel make their way to his office. My shock quickly morphed into a burning desire for revenge.\n\n\n\n</p><p>How could he lie about something so profound? How could he replace me with someone else and live a double life without me suspecting a thing? I needed to gather my thoughts and plan my next move carefully.\n\n\n\n</p><p>For the rest of the day, I went through the motions of my new job, my mind racing with schemes.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/25f1bd9607ede741a2c2b095317a8ad172fd0bfc69e19de1094a8d545e4a112d.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' woman working as a receptionist source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A woman working as a receptionist | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>Every time Dylan passed by, I felt a mix of anger and heartbreak as I ducked out of sight. But I kept my composure, knowing that a confrontation now would be too hasty. I needed to be strategic.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Towards the end of the day, the company announced a meeting to welcome the new CEO. My heart skipped a beat. This was it\u2014my chance to expose Dylan for the liar he was.\n\n\n\n</p><blockquote class='\"wp-block-quote\"'>\n<h3 class='\"wp-block-heading\"'><strong>I watched as Lila stood there, calm and composed, having just turned my world upside down. I didn\u2019t know what to say or do. I just knew that I was screwed.\n\n\n\n\n<p>As the meeting time approached, I rehearsed what I would say, my hands shaking with a mix of fear and determination.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/3480e50236924e877f675e617aa43fa6a1a8734df73b311d40a570de6a93f13d.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"An' anxious woman source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>An anxious woman | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>The conference room buzzed with excitement as everyone gathered to greet the new CEO. I stood at the back, waiting for the right moment.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The new CEO was introduced, and the room erupted in applause. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, interrupting the proceedings.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cDo you believe in ghosts?\u201d I asked, my voice echoing through the room. The crowd fell silent, all eyes turning to me. \u201cBecause it looks like they exist, since I am the wife of this scumbag!\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/80fad36b404ce696fcb24e578991f11b61528525a0c5fd77127378c2e017902d.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"People' seated at a conference table source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>People seated at a conference table | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>Gasps filled the room as I pointed directly at Dylan. His face turned pale, and Rachel\u2019s eyes widened in shock. I felt a surge of adrenaline as I recounted how Dylan lied about his wife\u2019s death and started a new relationship under false pretenses.\n\n\n\n</p><p>My voice trembled with emotion, but I pushed through, determined to expose the truth.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cI intend to divorce him,\u201d I declared, my eyes locked on Dylan\u2019s. \u201cHe has deceived me and everyone else. He deserves to face the consequences.\u201d\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/add960ba612a13201bbf8a5f0694728715f53ca9a9e0bdd6740e27de9a798e3f.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' grim woman source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A grim woman | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><h2 class='\"wp-block-heading\"'><strong>Dylan\u2019s Side of the Story:\n\n\n\n<p>Alright, folks, here\u2019s a story for you, straight from the horse\u2019s mouth. Or rather, from the man who royally screwed up his life. My name is Dylan, and this is my side of the story.\n\n\n\n</p><p>A year ago, I told everyone at work that my wife, Lila, had died. I know, it sounds insane, but I did it. I was feeling trapped, suffocated by the life we had.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Lila was a housewife, and though I loved her, I felt disconnected. Somewhere along the line, I started seeing my boss, Rachel. She was ambitious, exciting, everything my life wasn\u2019t at the time.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/f7f956e852a85debabf22c85998e6352fcad394dbe9815949fe5b88dc08e7652.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' man whose face is partly in shadow source: unsplash>\n\n\n\n<p>A man whose face is partly in shadow | Source: Unsplash\n\n\n\n</p><p>I took a few weeks off, claiming grief, and when I came back, I let everyone believe I was a widower. It was easier than facing the truth, I guess. Lila knew nothing about any of this.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Fast forward to the present. I thought I had everything under control. But then Lila decided she wanted more from life.\n\n\n\n</p><p>She applied for a job at my company without telling me and got hired. On her first day, she found out everything. The lie, Rachel, all of it. And she didn\u2019t just find out quietly. Oh no, Lila exposed me in front of the entire company.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/af139c11952c1393473eda0d4252bc52cabf00d69a5361fae998c8a6a20c678a.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"People' attending a meeting looking uncomfortable source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>People attending a meeting looking uncomfortable | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>The room went dead silent, and I felt everyone\u2019s eyes on me. Lila\u2019s words hit me like a freight train, revealing my lies and my deceit in front of everyone.\n\n\n\n</p><p>The CEO\u2019s face twisted in horror, and I knew I was done for.\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cDylan, this is unacceptable. You are fired, effective immediately. We cannot have this kind of behavior tarnishing our company\u2019s reputation,\u201d he said.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I watched as Lila stood there, calm and composed, having just turned my world upside down. I didn\u2019t know what to say or do. I just knew that I was screwed.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/1572ebdfa67fde84c84037c2125e9d705a17713fa45e9691f51a9512fc4978a3.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' stunned man source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A stunned man | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>Packing my belongings was surreal. I moved in a daze, my mind replaying Lila\u2019s words over and over.\n\n\n\n</p><p>How had it come to this? Guilt, shame, and regret clawed at my insides. I\u2019d destroyed my marriage and my career with my lies and infidelity.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Leaving the office for the last time felt like walking out of a life I barely recognized. I drove home, my mind swirling with what lay ahead. I knew I couldn\u2019t stay there; the house we\u2019d shared now felt like a mausoleum of my mistakes.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/e94d0615cb05e98d98c2276dcf122994528e14647471d2527db0c00aba0760ff.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' man walking while carrying a briefcase source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A man walking while carrying a briefcase | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>I had to move out, find a new job, and deal with the fallout from my public humiliation and the impending divorce. But more than that, I had to confront what I\u2019d done to Lila. The weight of my actions bore down on me, and I felt lost, adrift in a sea of regret.\n\n\n\n</p><p>I reached out to Lila a few days later, hoping to apologize sincerely. I didn\u2019t expect forgiveness, but I needed her to know I was truly sorry.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/5bdaddbc4909d59b588be079713039f67c101ad48fe069c1ec3444c489fd422c.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' man making a phone call source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A man making a phone call | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>\u201cLila, I know I can\u2019t undo the past, but I want you to know how deeply sorry I am,\u201d I said when she answered the phone.\n\n\n\n</p><p>Her voice was cold, distant. \u201cDylan, sorry doesn\u2019t change what you did. But if it helps you sleep at night, fine. Apology accepted. Just sign the divorce papers and let\u2019s move on.\u201d\n\n\n\n</p><p>Her words stung, but I knew I deserved them. I started therapy, determined to address my issues and become a better person.\n\n\n\n<figure class='\"wp-block-image\"'><img decoding='\"async\"' src="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/cdn.amomama.com%5C/ea8fbc5f1b67911fc6a0e24c739a7d4504b783ea599d089ffb4de712c10f93d7.jpg%5C%22" alt='\"A' man attending a therapy session source: pexels>\n\n\n\n<p>A man attending a therapy session | Source: Pexels\n\n\n\n</p><p>I vowed to rebuild my life with integrity, no matter how long or challenging the path might be.\n\n\n\n</p><p><a href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/amomama.com%5C/429215-i-discovered-my-husbands-secret-dating.html%5C%22">Click here&nbsp;to read how Lilian discovered her husband\u2019s secret dating profile and devised a plan for a blind date he\u2019d never forget. Posing as another woman, she lured him into a trap that exposed his betrayal in front of their families.\n\n\n\n<p><em>This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.\n\n\n\n<p><em>The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided \u201cas is,\u201d and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<div class='\"mh-excerpt\"'><p>I Wanted to Surprise My Husband by Secretly Getting a Job at His Company \u2013 After the First Day, We Broke Up October 24, 2024&nbsp;&ndash;&nbsp;by&nbsp;nt&nbsp;&ndash;&nbsp;Leave <a class='\"mh-excerpt-more\"' href="%5C%22https:%5C/%5C/runeecho.com%5C/i-wanted-to-surprise-my-husband-by-secretly-getting-a-job-at-his-company-after-the-first-day-we-broke-up%5C/%5C%22" title='\"I' wanted to surprise my husband by secretly getting a job at his company after the first day we broke up>[&hellip;]\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5294"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5294"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5294\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5295,"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5294\/revisions\/5295"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5294"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5294"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/runeecho.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5294"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}</a></p></div></em></p></em></p></a></p></figure></p></figure></p></figure></p></figure></p></figure></p></figure></p></strong></h2></figure></p></figure></p></figure></p></strong></h3></blockquote></figure></p></figure></p></figure></p></figure></p></figure></p></figure></p></figure></p></figure></p></a></figure></a></time></a></p>