Kim Leah's POV
I groggily awoke from my slumber on the ridiculously extravagant couch, feeling like I'd been flattened by a pancake and run over by a parade of elephants. My back was staging a rebellion, so I attempted some truly bizarre interpretive dance moves to make it cooperate, but alas, it continued its protest.
In a desperate, slightly delirious attempt to bring my back to reason, I decided to smack it with a TV remote. Oddly enough, my rebellious back refused to listen, proving it had an unshakable commitment to discomfort.
As I sluggishly made my way to the bathroom, the painful memories of what happened yesterday flooded my thoughts, and a single tear rolled down my cheek. Inside my head, I silently cursed him for the heartache he had caused. Did he actually call me a conniving witch" I scoffed.
I embarked on a quest inside my closet, rummaging through the chaos of clothes in search of the perfect ensemble for my return to work. A surge of mixed emotions washed over me as I recalled that our companies had merged, and the infamous Jimin was now the one in charge. A displeased frown creased my face.
With a resigned sigh, I settled on a striking red off-shoulder gown that clung to my figure, boasting a subtle slit at the hem for that touch of allure. Applying makeup with a practiced hand, I watched in the mirror as my features transformed, exuding elegance and confidence. I unraveled my hair from its confinement and coaxed it into lustrous waves using a sizzling hot comb. The final touch was a pair of pristine white heels that added a dash of sophistication.
Admiring my reflection, I couldn't help but murmur, "I look positively astonishing." The transformation had imbued me with newfound self-assurance.
Summoning my willpower, I dragged myself downstairs. Going to work was never a joyous thing to do for me, but the thought of avoiding the loneliness of an empty home compelled me forward.
Time skips; Kim Leah's POV
Stepping into our bustling company, I made a grand entrance, reveling in the sensation of all eyes gravitating toward me. A sly smirk danced upon my lips; I had an undeniable penchant for soaking up attention like a sponge. Exuding an air of ruthless authority, I strode confidently to my office, knowing well that I held the coveted position of assistant manager.
However, as I settled into my desk chair, a sudden realization washed over me like an unwelcome wave. I wasn't the top dog; I was merely the assistant to the manager, and my momentary confidence took a nosedive, replaced by a disgruntled frown.
Just as I began to ponder my less-than-supreme status, an unusual figure caught my attention. The so-called manager, a middle-aged who wore clothes too tight and heels too high, her face was constantly plastered with makeup. Reading her body language and the way she carries herself, you can tell she's lonely and craves a man's attention. She seemed to possess an uncanny knack for meddling in everyone's affairs. With a mix of intrigue and caution, I watched as she approached my desk.
"Miss Leah! Why would you be coming to work by this time of the day and to top all that you walked with confidence!!" Her voice was so high pitched I swear my ears were going to start bleeding from the frequency.
I mentally contemplated the pros and cons of bashing her head against my desk untill she lost conciousness.
"Miss Leah! I'm asking you a question", She yelled
"Obviously I didn't care enough to answer." I said as I crossed my arms and leaned back on my chair. The old hag looked at me for a second, her face fuming with anger.
Who do you think you are?? She yelled. Do you know that single word from me could get you fired!! She said with a scowl on her face.
Next time you're talking or yelling at me, whichever one it is.. please stay 6inches away from me, I don't know if you wanna bathe me with your saliva. I said standing up and as I was about to walk out on her, she
As I was on the brink of storming out on the old hag, she seized my wrist in a vice-like grip, her fingers like talons, and delivered a resounding slap that felt like lightning coursing through my veins.
I staggered back, the sting of the slap reverberating through my senses, and I shot her a look filled with bloodshot fury and a menacing glare that could curdle blood. At that very moment, my gaze flickered, and I noticed a towering figure looming a mere breath away from the office's entrance.
Could it be Jimin, my own husband and the formidable CEO himself? Shame enveloped me like a heavy shroud, and I silently prayed that he wouldn't let this humiliation slide, my eyes brimming with pleading regret as they met his.
To my dismay, Jimin didn't come to my rescue. Disbelief washed over me in a tidal wave of emotional turmoil, shattering me mentally and emotionally. The snickers and hushed murmurs of my fellow office workers filled the room, a cruel chorus of mockery I hadn't even realized we'd attracted during my fiery altercation with the infuriating old woman.
"Did he just walk out on her?" I overheard one of my colleagues whisper incredulously. "I thought they were actually married." Their cruel taunts and laughter hung in the air, but I fought back tears, my chin held high and shoulders squared as I made my way with determined steps toward my so-called husband's office.
"This is all her fault!" I screamed silently within the depths of my wounded soul.
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My Mr. Arrogant
HumorIn the dimly lit room, the tension hung thick between Leah and her husband, Jimin. His words had cut deeper than any blade, leaving her heart shattered. Leah's fiery spirit wasn't one to back down from a challenge, especially not when her own husban...
