I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Fiona had been eagerly awaiting the day Meredith would be dumped, but to her disbelief, Meredith and Terrence Sterling had already married. Justin confirmed it, “It’s true, Meredith got married. It’s a good thing, and I am relieved. It shows Terrence Sterling truly loves her, otherwise, he wouldn’t have married her.”

“How could Terrence Sterling be bewitched to marry Meredith? How could he marry her?” Fiona found it hard to accept. She had long coveted the title of Mrs. Sterling, a title that now belonged to Meredith.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Fiona’s excitement turned her voice shrill. “Meredith has married into a wealthy family! She married Terrence Sterling, the head of Sterling Corporation, with his billions in assets!”

The thought of their marriage certificate made Fiona feel insane.

Justin frowned, “Fiona, Meredith has found her happiness. That’s a good thing. It shows that some things aren’t meant to be forced. What’s yours will be yours. You need to take care of yourself now.”

Justin moved Fiona’s belongings to the door. He wasn’t foolish; he understood why Fiona wanted to move out now and didn’t try to stop her. He would handle his family issues himself without burdening others.

Fiona, hesitating, noticed the oppressive atmosphere in the house-Mr. Thatcher watching TV, Mrs. Thatcher peeling an apple for Gemma, and Tristan’s occasional cough from the bedroom. She pulled Justin outside and whispered, “Justin, don’t be naive. Your parents clearly favor others over you. They didn’t raise you, yet now they expect you to take care of them. Why should you? Besides, you have a paralyzed brother and a five-year-old niece. How can you survive in the capital on your salary?”

Seeing Justin’s predicament made Fiona feel guilty for taking advantage of him.

Justin replied, “I know what I’m doing. Manage your own affairs, Fiona. Be realistic and don’t aim too high. Don’t worry, I’ll figure out your debts.”

“Forget it, just handle your own troubles,” Fiona muttered under her breath, slightly resentful. “Meredith just took a shortcut to the top, being beautiful makes a difference.”

Justin sighed, “Do you really think Terrence Sterling would choose a wife so carelessly? If he wanted beauty, there are plenty more beautiful than Meredith. With his status, he could have anyone.”

“Why did he choose Meredith then?” Fiona was puzzled.

Justin explained, “You’ve known Meredith for years. Haven’t you noticed her good qualities?”

Fiona couldn’t see any qualities beyond Meredith’s beauty.

“If it were Meredith, she wouldn’t leave. It’s that simple,” Justin added.

If Fiona had been in Meredith’s place, she wouldn’t have looked for excuses to leave.

Blushing with shame, Fiona stammered, “I… I just thought I was disturbing you here. I shouldn’t burden you.”

Her words were merely an excuse.

Justin smiled understandingly, “Go on, Fiona. I don’t blame you. We’ve both made our choices.”

He truly didn’t blame Fiona.

But this highlighted the difference between Fiona and Meredith. A man like Terrence Sterling wouldn’t prioritize looks in choosing a wife but character-a woman who would stand by him even in defeat.

Fiona, realizing she couldn’t stay, left. If she stayed, she’d be stuck in poverty forever. She grabbed her luggage and left the apartment, took a taxi to her rented room, and rented a small apartment with the money Justin gave her.

As Fiona reached for her keys at the door, several burly men emerged from the corridor. Seeing trouble, she tried to run but one grabbed her hair and pulled her back.

One man threatened, “Fiona, it’s time to pay your debts. If you don’t pay today, I’ll have to chop off your hands.”

Terrified, Fiona quickly said, “I’ll pay, I have money. I have a friend who married a super rich guy. She’ll help me.”