Late at night, drowning in endless paperwork from my demanding boss, I got a call that shattered me—my mother was getting married, and I wasn’t invited. I didn’t know what hurt more: the secret or the fear of who she was hiding.After a long day at the office, my boss, Michael, dropped another mountain of work on me just as I was ready to leave. His cold, unyielding attitude crushed any hope of a normal life.
Then my Aunt Jenny called, reminding me of Mom’s wedding—something I’d heard nothing about.When I confronted Mom, she quietly admitted she’d kept it secret, “waiting for the right time,” but told me I wasn’t invited. She said it was better that way, for all of us. My heart broke.Determined to understand, I went to the wedding. There, standing beside Mom was Michael—my overbearing boss. Shocked, I
