My Husband had a First Love Who Challenged Me Every Day

After being on a business trip for a week – spending five of those days lounging in a hotel – I fully accepted that I was completely useless. They didn’t need me at all.

“Carter, let’s head back. I’ll promote you when we return. You’ll be my personal secretary. Don’t be too overwhelmed,” Mason announced.

“Thanks, sir, but I’m really not that moved.”

A free promotion from him? Does anyone even want that?

After working my tail off for two years, I wasn’t sure I could keep going.

We returned, and all was “well.”

I got the promotion, so it would’ve been pretty rude of me to quit now.

My duties were upgraded from pouring water and making tea to... making tea and pouring water. Wow, what an achievement.

“You little flirt! I knew you were trouble the moment you started working here, going after the boss!” Lilly, a coworker, tore into me in the break room.

I was genuinely innocent! I hadn’t done anything at all! Every grudge she had, I chalked up to Mason.

“If you think you’re so great, why don’t you take my place? I’m happy to step aside.” As if Mason was some sort of prize. Please. He was just a beanpole with a temper.

“You’ve got nothing but a pretty face! What else can you possibly bring to the table?” Lilly wasn’t backing down. A few years ago, I would’ve argued with her for hours. But now, anything related to Mason? No, thank you.

“Oh, you’re right. I’m just here for the looks. I quit,” I said, waving her off.

Lilly was stunned. Turns out, you couldn’t argue with someone who’d already given up.

I headed back to my desk, excitedly printed out another resignation letter, recycling the one from last time. It was the same boss, after all – why waste paper on two different letters?

“Sir, I think I’m not cut out for this job. I just... I can’t handle it, so I’ve decided…”

“You’ve decided to abandon me?” Mason cut me off, finishing my sentence for me.

What? Did he just play the victim?

“Well, you see... It’s complicated. We’ll just have to see how it plays out,” I babbled, trying to deflect.

“What kind of nonsense are you talking?” he said, eyebrow raised.

…

Needless to say, my reason for quitting wasn’t accepted, and I remained stuck at the company.

It was exhausting. Talking to Mason was exhausting. I made the decision then and there to just stop talking altogether.

“Carter, print this document,” he called out.

I walked over, grabbed the file, and left without saying a word. It obviously irritated him.

“What? Did you go mute?”

I didn’t respond, just did my job in silence.

When I returned with the printed papers, Mason sighed. “Carter, my eyes hurt. Read this document out loud for me.”

Well, so much for my “mute day.”

…

Ever since Mason came into my life, I felt like my resentment had been growing stronger. I used to be a normal, happy person – now I was just bitter. How did I end up like this?

After work, I’d unwind with some mindfulness apps, hoping to rack up some “zen points.”

Watching that little meter fill up was the only thing that brought me peace.

Mason, you’ve really messed me up.

[Everyone at work hates me, and my boss makes my life miserable. After years of suffering, I’ve decided to exact revenge. Give me $50, and I’ll tell you my plan.] I posted on my social media.

Who doesn’t need to blow off some steam? My latest venting session on social media felt therapeutic.

Both Ms. Bishop and Ian liked my post.

Fellow workers knew the struggle. But why wasn’t anyone sending money?

Ding!

Ah, sweet notification sound! Maybe my luck was turning around.

I quickly exited my social feed and saw at the top of my Venmo notifications: [MasonJames sent you $50.]

My heart dropped. No! This wasn’t what I had hoped for at all. Didn’t I block him from seeing my posts?

I carefully double-checked his profile. Yup, he was definitely blocked. How did he see it? Who snitched on me? This was infuriating!

The a message popped up.

MasonDog: [?? Not gonna accept the money?]

Well, I couldn’t leave it hanging. I clicked to accept the money.

Then I quickly set up an auto-reply message:

[Do not contact me outside of work hours. Actually, don’t contact me about work during work hours either.]

MasonDog: […]

Classy, right?

At the same time, I got another message – this time from Lilly.

[Who do you think you’re calling out in your post? You’re disgusting! I already took a screenshot and sent it to the boss. Just wait!]

Auto-reply: [Do not contact me outside of work hours. Actually, don’t contact me about work during work hours either.]

Lilly: [Wow. Okay.]

I didn’t bother responding. Instead, I forwarded my conversation with Mason, including the part where he sent me money. Take that! Scare tactics, really? Nice try.

Unsurprisingly, Lilly went silent.

MasonDog: [??? MasonDog? Is that what you call me?]

Oh no. I’d forgotten to change his nickname in my contacts.

Is it too late to play dead? Lilly, you are so not helping me here.

[Sorry, boss. My bad.]

I wasn’t really sorry. Next time? I’d do it again.

MasonDog: [Insulting your boss? That’s a $500 deduction.]

Me: [But it’s after hours, boss.]

MasonDog: [Are you telling me how to do my job?]

…

Classic.