Involved with My Ex’s Boss

Episode 1

Camila Reinhart

I never imagined that a simple call of "come early, love" would be the prelude to the end of my perfect life… or the one I thought was perfect.

I opened the door to our room and the world became a muffled sound, as if everything was sinking underwater. There, on my bed—my bed—was my fiance, Sebastian Arismendi, writhing like a desperate animal with two women.

My cousin, Marina Osorio, and Sebastian's secretary, Lina Corales.

The two were smiling, sweating, moaning, as if they were in a damn motel. The audacity was so great that it was almost comical.

For a second, my body asked to scream. Or cry. Or destroy everything.

But I'm not that kind of woman. I never was.

I took a deep breath.

Cold. Logical. Strategic.

As always.

I went downstairs without making a sound, entered the kitchen and opened the fridge. My hands weren't trembling; that was the curious thing. I took out all the ice, entire bags, trays of cubes and the frozen meat that I had saved for the week. I filled a large bucket with ice water, more ice and everything that would fit.

They were still so entertained that they hadn't even noticed my presence. A pretty interesting threesome, I thought sarcastically. Three mediocre souls celebrating their own misery.

I went back upstairs. I opened the door forcefully.

And without giving them a chance to react, I threw the entire bucket at them.

The ice water, cubes and frozen pieces hit heads and bodies. Marina screamed first. Lina fell off the edge of the bed. Sebastian sat up soaked, with his mouth open, as if he didn't understand what the hell had just happened.

"Camila?!" he stammered.

His expression went from confusion to fear, and then to that typical "I can get away with it" face of his.

"Love... I can explain it," he said with a crooked smile that turned my stomach.

I didn't let him finish.

The slap echoed in the room, so loud that my hand hurt. He grabbed his red and water-covered cheek.

"Get out," was all I said.

My voice sounded so cold that even I was surprised.

I threw the engagement ring at his chest. It fell to the ground with a dry sound that marked the end.

Marina and Lina dressed hastily, clumsy, trying to cover their bodies with what little dignity they had left. I watched them expressionlessly. They didn't deserve more.

When I pointed to the door, Sebastian finally exploded.

"The house is mine, in case you forgot," he spat, trying to regain some power.

I smiled. My calm unsettled him more than my screams.

"Perfect. Keep your house, you unhappy dog. I don't need anything from you."

I took my suitcase without haste. I started packing my things while they whispered and laughed, believing they were hurting me.

How little they knew me.

While they celebrated their cheap victory, I was already thinking about my revenge.

I left with my head held high, leaving behind my previous life like someone closing a door without looking back. The only thing that hurt a little was the family betrayal. Marina had always envied everything I had, but seeing her in my bed… that was a blow I won't forget.

I requested early vacation at the company where I worked. I gave no explanations. I didn't have to. I simply bought the first available flight. Destination: Germany.

Sometimes you need to cross oceans so you don’t break inside.

On the plane, as the lights dimmed and the passengers settled in, I rested my head against the window. My chest still burned, but not because of Sebastian: because of wounded pride, because of contained rage.

Mine was not to cry.

Mine was to think, plan and act.

During the flight, I took a deep breath and mentally reviewed everything. Marina, Lina, Sebastian, the company, the social circle we shared. I knew that upon my return, nothing would be the same. I needed distance to sharpen my mind, heal, and prepare the blow they deserved.

I had said at home that I would travel alone. I didn't explain anything else.

My parents tried to ask, but I was firm.

If I told what happened, the wound would become more real.

No. I would show my family the final version: the Camila who is reborn.

Germany was the right decision.

A country where no one knew me, where I could get lost, dance, breathe… or even make mistakes without consequences.

I looked out the window. The clouds, the immense sky, the feeling of freedom.

Perhaps this was the way the universe was telling me that my previous life did not deserve to continue existing.

I took my notebook and wrote only one sentence:

"They didn't destroy me. They propelled me."

That would be my new rule.

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