My Billionaire Boss — Viola Linde

Laurel hadn't worked since she had married Richard. She had been a secretary at a lawyer's office and he had been the delivery man. They went out on a couple dates. She couldn't remember what the attraction was. She was a beautiful woman in a plain Jane sort of way and it's not like she didn't get attention. For some reason though, when Richard snapped his thick fingers she was there. Soon after they had started dating Richard got promoted to office work and they got married. Her job was the first thing she fought him for. After she lost that battle it was the last thing she fought him for and became the obedient housewife. Ten years and a heart attack later Laurel needed to find another job.

She pulled into the drive way and turned off the car. It was dark and the air was cold, even inside the car. The house was shadowy and looked much smaller than she remembered it being. Had she really lived her for so long? Had she really let herself be ordered around like a maid, cleaning and cooking and spreading her legs when commanded? Bile rose in her throat and she quickly opened the door, throwing up onto the dive way. Everything seemed to pour out of her in that moment. Her anger, desperation, loneliness, timid ways. She hung there for a moment, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the door, holding herself above the pavement and pile of puke. She stared at the grey sidewalk, her breath shallow. If only she had left earlier.

But he was gone now. The pleasure at the thought made Laurel feel guilty but she quickly shook the guilt away. Hadn't she deserved this? After ten years of service to a man who didn't respect her she deserved a new start. She deserved this and she was going to enjoy it!