I Heard Your Husband Has A Mistress

Elena's Point Of View   The morning sun stabbed through the thin curtains, piercing my eyelids like daggers. My head throbbed in a relentless rhythm, pounding against my skull as if a war drum had taken residence inside me. I groaned, shifting beneath the tangled sheets, my hair a wild mess sticking to my clammy forehead. I blinked, disoriented, then gasped sharply. Shit! The event. Today. I had completely forgotten. The weight of the day slammed into me like a tidal wave. I was supposed to be the face of my company’s biggest launch yet… a new branch in the Eastern region, and here I was, feeling like a wrecked ship barely holding afloat. Dragging myself out of bed, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes were rimmed red, my face pale. But there was no time for self-pity. I forced my limbs into action. Shower. Dress. Makeup. I chose a deep navy blue dress… sleek, professional, with subtle gold accents, a reflection of the strength and ambition I wanted to radiate. No dramatic