The Mistress She Hired For Me

I started with nothing—a ghost of a man from the wrong side of the tracks. Yet Isla, ignoring the yawning chasm of our social standings, insisted on marrying me.

She didn't just give me financial security; she handed me a respectable seat at the table of the elite. But that debt of gratitude only served to nourish the weeds of inferiority growing in my heart. Even now, as I occupy a corner office with a view of the skyline, I feel like a subordinate in her presence.

To reclaim some twisted sense of dignity, I began an affair.