My Boss’s Son Fired Me On My Wedding Day

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“You’re fired. Consider it my gift to you.”

The text message burned into my retinas as I stood in my wedding dress, bouquet still in hand. Moments ago, I’d said I do to the love of my life.

Now, in the church vestibule, surrounded by floating flower arrangements and the distant chatter of excited guests, I stared at my phone in disbelief. Tate Lawson, my boss’s son, the man who’d made my work life miserable for three months, had chosen my wedding day, my wedding day, to terminate my employment. I showed the message to Karen, my brand-new husband.

His reaction surprised me. Instead of outrage, a knowing smile spread across his face. He took my trembling hands, kissed my knuckles, and whispered, “Check your messages later.

Today belongs to us.”

How could he be so calm? I’d just lost my job as lead project manager at the most prestigious architecture firm in the city, the position I’d worked myself to exhaustion for, the career I’d built over two dedicated years. But something in Karen’s eyes told me to trust him.

So I silenced my phone, tucked it into my maid of honor’s purse, and walked with my husband through the grand doors of the church into a shower of rose petals and cheers. Three hours later, during our first dance, Nema, my maid of honor, rushed over with wide eyes. “Waverly, your phone won’t stop buzzing.

You have 108 missed calls.”

I checked the screen. Calls from the office, from co-workers, and 17 from a number I recognized instantly. Gregory Lawson, the company owner himself, Tate’s father.

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