On Christmas Eve My Husband The CEO Demanded, Say Sorry To His New Girlfriend Or Lose My Paycheck And Promotion. I Said One Word -Okay. By Morning, My Bags Were Packed And My London Transfer Was Done. My Husband’s Father Turned White. “Please Say You Didn’t Send Those Papers.” My Husband’s Smile Disappeared Instantly. “Send What Papers?”
On Christmas Eve, Emily Carter stood in the executive dining room of Mercer Biotech with a glass of untouched champagne…