Isabella walked into Alexander's company, expecting to start her new role in a high-level position. She had been promised a challenging and rewarding job, one that would utilize her skills and experience. But instead, she was led to a small, cramped office in the lower levels of the building.
"Welcome to your new workspace," Alexander said, his smile dripping with condescension. "I'm sure you'll learn a lot here."
Isabella's eyes widened as she took in the drab surroundings. This was not what she had expected. The office was tiny, with a single desk and chair, and a small window that looked out onto a dingy alleyway.
"Alexander, I thought I was supposed to be working closely with you," she said, trying to hide her disappointment. "I thought I was going to be a part of the executive team."
"Oh, no, no, no," Alexander chuckled. "I don't want anyone to think you're getting special treatment just because you're my wife. You'll earn your place here, just like everyone else."
Isabella seethed as Alexander walked away, leaving her to navigate the complexities of the office on her own. She couldn't believe what was happening. She had been so excited to start this new chapter in her career, and now it seemed like it was all being taken away from her.
Isabella was tasked with menial jobs, far below her skill level. She was sent on petty errands, forced to fetch coffee and files for her bosses. She was treated like a personal assistant, not a high-level executive.
Despite her frustration, she worked hard, determined to prove herself. She completed every task to the best of her ability, no matter how small or insignificant it seemed.
But every time she tried to contribute, her ideas were shut down or stolen by her colleagues. They didn't take her seriously, seeing her as just the boss's wife, not a competent professional.
Isabella felt like she was hitting a brick wall at every turn. She was starting to doubt her own abilities, wondering if she was really cut out for this job
Isabella spent hours working on a proposal, pouring her heart and soul into it. She had been tasked with developing a new marketing strategy, and she was determined to come up with something innovative and effective.
But when she presented it to her boss, he barely glanced at it before passing it to Alexander.
Later, Isabella saw her proposal being presented by her boss, with no credit given to her. She felt a surge of anger and betrayal. This was not what she had signed up for.
She confronted her boss, who just shrugged it off. "That's just how it works around here," he said. "Get used to it."
Isabella was furious. She knew she had to do something, but she didn't know what. She felt trapped and powerless, like she was stuck in a never-ending nightmare.
Isabella was determined to make Alexander see the truth. She couldn't believe he wouldn't listen to her, wouldn't believe her.
She spent hours gathering evidence, trying to find a way to prove that her boss had stolen her work.
And then, she had an idea. She would set a trap, catch her boss in the act.
She enlisted Abigail's help, and together they hatched a plan.
They would create a fake proposal, one that was similar to the one that had been stolen.
And then, they would wait and see if her boss would take the bait.
Isabella was nervous but determined. She knew this was the only way to prove her innocence, to show Alexander that she was telling the truth.
She and Abigail set the trap, waiting anxiously for her boss to fall into it.
And then, it happened. Her boss took the bait, presented the fake proposal as her own.
Isabella felt a surge of triumph. She had done it. She had proven her innocence.
But as she turned to leave, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"Isabella, I don't think you understand what's going on here," her boss said, a sly smile spreading across her face.
Isabella felt a chill run down her spine. What did her boss mean?
Isabella, still unaware of the trap she had fallen into, walked confidently into the meeting room. She had the original proposal in her hand, the one she had worked so hard on.
"Alexander, I'd like to present my proposal," she said, smiling.
Alexander looked at her, a mixture of confusion and annoyance on his face. "Isabella, we've already discussed this. Your boss has presented a proposal, and we're moving forward with it."
Isabella's eyes widened in shock. "What do you mean? This is my proposal," she said, holding up the papers.
Her boss smiled, a smug look on her face. "I'm afraid that's not true, Isabella. I wrote that proposal, and I presented it to Alexander."
Isabella felt like she had been punched in the gut. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"No, that's not true," she said, her voice shaking. "I wrote this proposal. I know every word, every detail."
Alexander sighed, rubbing his temples. "Isabella, stop. Just stop. You're causing a scene."
Isabella felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She knew she was telling the truth, but no one believed her.
And then, Abigail spoke up. "Alexander, I think we should listen to Isabella. She has a right to be heard."
Isabella's heart swelled with gratitude towards Abigail. Finally, someone believed her.
But as she began to present her proposal, she realized that something was off. The room seemed to be spinning, and she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.
And then, everything went black.
Alexander sat by Isabella's bedside, his expression unreadable. He had been there for days, taking care of her, but his eyes showed no warmth, no compassion.
Isabella stirred, opening her eyes. Alexander's gaze met hers, but he didn't smile, didn't show any emotion.
"You're awake," he said, his voice cold.
Isabella tried to sit up, but a wave of pain washed over her. Alexander didn't move to help her, just watched as she struggled.
"Why didn't you believe me?" Isabella asked, her voice weak.
Alexander shrugged. "I didn't think you were capable of coming up with something like that."
Isabella felt a surge of anger, but Alexander's expression didn't change.
"You're just like everyone else," she said, her voice bitter. "You think I'm just a pretty face, that I'm not smart enough."
Alexander raised an eyebrow. "That's not what I said."
Isabella laughed, a harsh sound. "You didn't have to. Your actions spoke louder than words."
Alexander stood up, his movements cold, calculated. "I'll leave you to rest," he said, his voice dripping with indifference.
Isabella watched him go, feeling a chill run down her spine. She realized that Alexander was still the same cold-hearted man she had married, and that she was just a pawn in his game.