Played for Five Years — Now I’m His Boss’s Woman

In an attempt to make up to me, Yuri lulled me to sleep late at night. He gently held me, whispering tenderly, "Freya, happy fifth anniversary. I love you."

Half-asleep, I noticed the side of the bed was empty. Looking up, I saw Yuri standing on the balcony, speaking on the phone, his brows and eyes full of joy.

"Yara, I miss you so much. We can finally be together again."

A woman's voice came through, pretending to be worried, "Yuri, I'm happy too, but Freya, she..."

At the mention of me, Yuri's smile faded, "Yara, you're too soft-hearted. Don't worry about her. Before long, I'll kick that vicious woman out."

The man who had been sweetly professing his love to me just moments ago was now calling me vicious.

I buried myself under the covers, shaking violently.

The murmurs outside continued intermittently, and I fought back wave after wave of tears, feeling completely dazed.

At dawn, Yuri woke me up, looking at me with concern. "Freya, did you not sleep well last night? You kept talking in your sleep."

I blinked, "What did I say?"

Yuri's face looked grim, "You told me to get lost."

I found it amusing, "I dreamed you turned into a monster, holding me tightly in your grasp, ready to crush me with a flick."

"It must have been a nightmare," Yuri chuckled, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "How could I ever hurt you, Freya?"

Looking at his affectionate facade, my stomach churned.

There was a time when this would have moved me to tears. Now, seeing his true colors, I only felt nauseous.

Yuri maintained his tender demeanor, intertwining his fingers with mine as we headed to the office together.

However, when I saw Yara appear as Yuri's assistant, I was stunned for a long time.

"Freya, it's been a while," Yara walked openly to Yuri's side, purposely leaning down, her low neckline revealing several shallow and deep kiss marks.

I turned to Yuri, "Why is she your assistant?"

Yuri gave me a look, his earlier tenderness instantly turning into impatience, "Freya, Yara is our classmate. She's just returned to the country, helping her out is the least I can do."

As he said this, Yara suddenly swayed and collapsed into Yuri's arms.

Yuri's impatience instantly turned into concern, "Yara, what's wrong?"

Yara lowered her eyes, "Maybe I was too excited about working with you, I didn't sleep well last night."

"That's no good!" Yuri said, full of worry, "Let me take you to the hospital!"

He was eager to leave but suddenly remembered something and turned to me, looking at my sallow face and red eyes, "Freya, could you take care of the company?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but Yuri wasn't waiting for my consent. He carried Yara out, leaving me behind.

As they left, their backs intertwined like a loving couple.

Without saying a word, I followed their car silently when it drove away.

The car did not go to the hospital but to our home.

The moment the car door opened, Yuri carried Yara inside.

Yara hesitated, "Yuri, this is your home..."

Yuri chuckled, "What are you afraid of, Yara? This will be our home soon."

They exchanged a smile, and couldn't wait to embrace and kiss passionately, Yuri's eyes full of desire.

"Yara, it's been too long. I just want to possess you right now."

Yara blushed, "Then be gentle with me, Yuri."

As the door closed, the sounds of their passionate moans and gasps grew louder, followed by waves of indulgent cries.

I stood outside, watching their entwined shadows, my heart already shattered beyond repair.