He left me for her - Now his boss calls me wife
Chapter 6
Elara found the sealed envelope in her driver's seat the following morning. It was plain, unmarked, and only contained a small, thick card with a single address and a time: The Old Dock Cafe. 7:00 AM.
The cafe was a faded, independent place down by the waterfront, miles from the gleaming towers of the financial district-a place they used to meet for coffee when their budget was tight. It was a place only Ethan would know.
She knew she shouldn't go. She knew Marcus would see this as a betrayal. But the desperate urgency of his emotional break in her office compelled her, more than any boardroom mandate ever could.
Elara arrived at 7:05 AM, wearing sunglasses despite the cloudy day. Ethan was already there, occupying their usual back booth, nursing a black coffee. He wore a worn leather jacket over a simple sweater-the uniform of the old Ethan.
"You shouldn't have come," he said without preamble, his eyes guarded.
"You shouldn't have risked sending this," she countered, slipping into the booth opposite him. "Marcus would crucify me if he knew I was meeting an employee privately."
"I know," Ethan agreed, leaning forward. "That's why I did it. I needed to see if the real Elara was still under all that silk and diamond."
"The 'real' Elara is Mrs. Thorne, and she's extremely busy," she snapped, pushing back the immediate rush of nostalgia the cafe triggered.
"No, she's not. The real Elara wouldn't sacrifice ten years of happiness for a contract marriage to a shark like Marcus." His voice was low and intense. "What happened, Elara? Why him? Why now?"
"You don't get to ask that," she hissed. "You forfeited that right when you picked a better life with Chloe. You wanted ambition? I found it. I was tired of being the comfortable choice, Ethan. I wanted power."
"Did you? Or did you just want to hurt me?" he challenged. "Because if you wanted power, you would have gotten it yourself. You didn't need to marry my boss to become my superior, Elara. You chose the most complicated way to make me look up to you."
His honesty was a physical blow. Elara stared at her coffee cup. "This is not productive. You need to focus on work. Don't contact me like this again."
"I have a right to talk to you," Ethan insisted, reaching a hand across the table, stopping just short of touching her. "I made a colossal mistake. I chose glitter over gold, and I regret it every single day. I left you, yes, but when I see you looking at Marcus with that fake, perfect smile, I realize he's trapping you."
"Marcus gives me stability," Elara whispered, the lie tasting like ash. "Something you proved you couldn't."
Ethan's hand dropped. "I deserved that. Now, let me ask you this: when the merger is over, what's your exit strategy? You don't love him. You can't stay married to him forever."
"That is none of your business," she said, standing quickly. "The only thing that matters to you now is the success of the Hydra Protocol. If you fail, Ethan, you answer to Marcus. And he won't be kind."
She didn't look back as she walked out. But the seed was planted: Ethan was regretting the past, and he saw her marriage not as success, but as a cage.
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