I Hired a Wife for an Hour – Story of the Day

My boss promised me a promotion but only if I introduced my wife to him to prove my commitment to family. But there was a problem—I lied about being married. When my boss arranged a formal dinner with my family, I had to find a wife for an hour.

Sitting in the dim light of the restaurant, my coffee did little to calm the storm brewing inside me. My phone vibrated, and her voice, smooth as silk but sharp as a tack, cut through the noise.

"Patience is rewarding, darling! I'm just outside the Grand Oak Hotel," she said, her tone teasing the urgency of my situation.

I barely managed a "Hurry up!" before hanging up. My boss could walk through that door any minute, and the last thing I needed was for him to catch me wifeless.

That's when I heard the rhythmic click-clack of stilettos approaching me. It was her—the escort I had hired to act like my wife for an hour…

She didn't just walk in; she seemed to glide, her revealing dress catching every eye in the room, including mine, for all the wrong reasons.

Throwing her fur coat aside with a flourish, she sat down, fixing me with a gaze that felt like it could peel layers off me.

"So, you're the guy who ordered a wife for an hour?" Her voice was like honey, sweet but sticking in places you didn't want it to. "Call me Candy!"

"Candy?" I asked.

"Consider it my 100th fake name! I'm not a dumb chick to reveal my identity!" She chuckled, waving her hands.

"Why are you dressed like that?" I blurted out, the words tumbling awkwardly between us.

She popped her bubblegum, a smirk playing on her lips. "Don't you think I look sexy in this dress?" she smirked. "By the way, I accept only solid cash. No card! Seven hundred bucks. You've got one hour!"

Pushing a stack of cash across the table, I tried to find the words, the right way to explain the mess I'd gotten myself into by hiring an escort to play my wife for an hour.

"Look, Candy or whatever... you're supposed to be my wife. Homely, elegant, not... this." I gestured helplessly at her revealing attire.

She leaned in, the smirk never leaving her face.

"Honey, for an hour, I can be the queen of your deepest desires if you want. But you're getting the deluxe package. So, let's not be ungrateful, okay?" Her tone was unsettling.

I sighed, resigning myself to the charade. "Fine, but let's at least try to keep it classy. My boss needs to believe this. Can you please change your clothes? How about something decent and less revealing?"

The moment I pushed the cash toward her, her eyes widened in a display of exaggerated shock, grabbing the money with a flair that bordered on theatrical.

"Oh, in that case, you should probably just get married for real and find a REAL wife, honey!" she laughed, the sarcasm in her voice as thick as the tension hanging between us.

She stood up, clutching her purse like it was a shield, ready to march out of my life as quickly as she had danced into it.

"Time is money, darling, and you've just wasted mine. I hate picky clients who waste time! I'm leaving," she declared with finality, her voice tinged with irritation at my dissatisfaction with her choice of attire.

But fate, it seems, has a cruel sense of humor. As she turned to leave, my heart sank into my stomach. There, not ten feet from us was Mr. Fernandes, my boss, engaged in what appeared to be a very serious conversation with a potential client.

Panic clawed at my throat, and in desperation, I reached out to the escort, my hope dying in my eyes.

"Wait, please, you have to help me. I'll pay extra. Please. My boss is here… to meet my wife. Please help me."

She paused, an eyebrow arched in disdain. "Help you?" she scoffed, her gaze cold. "This mess is your own doing, darling! I can't keep my regular client waiting! Sorry!"

And with those parting words, she walked away, her phone already at her ear, presumably speaking to another client.

I was left staring after her, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks. I had brought this upon myself.

As the woman disappeared into the crowd, I turned back to face my boss, my mind racing for any plausible explanation.

But deep down, I knew the truth was bound to come out. The mess I'd made was unraveling fast, and there was no stopping it now. My much-awaited promotion was slipping away from my hands like fine grains of sand.

As I approached Mr. Fernandes, my heart was pounding so loud I was sure it echoed through the eatery. He extended my hand, trying to mask the panic with a smile.

"Ivan, my boy, where's your lovely wife tonight?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room.

I could barely keep my voice steady, my eyes darting around the eatery in a desperate search for an escape.

That's when I spotted her—a homely woman sitting alone, her focus entirely on the coffee cup cradled in her hands.

Without a second thought, I blurted out, "There, that's her!"

Mr. Fernandes didn't miss a beat. He strode towards her table, hands tucked in his pockets, a smile plastered on his face. I followed, my steps heavy with dread.

The woman looked up, her expression a mix of confusion and surprise as we stopped in front of her.

"Honey," I stammered, the word feeling foreign on my tongue, "this is my boss, Mr. Fernandes. I told you about him earlier, remember?"

She was stunned, a silent question hanging in her gaze as she set her coffee down, her movements slow and deliberate.

Mr. Fernandes, oblivious to the turmoil beneath the surface, greeted her warmly.

"Such a pleasure to meet you, young lady. Ivan's told me so much about you!"

I jumped in before she could voice the confusion that was written all over her face.

"Yes, I've told her a lot about you too, Mr. Fernandes. She's been looking forward to meeting you, right, honey?"

Mr. Fernandes beamed, completely taken in by the facade.

The woman, still clearly bewildered, managed a polite smile, but her eyes, those sharp, questioning eyes, were fixed on me, silently demanding an explanation.

At that moment, I realized the magnitude of the web of lies I had spun. With each passing second, the truth seemed more and more elusive, the consequences more dire.

I had put myself in a deep mess, and there was no easy way out.

Just as the woman opened her mouth, presumably to demand an explanation, a young voice shattered the tension.

"Mom!"

The call was unexpected and startling, and a teenage boy approached our table, his eyes curious.

Mr. Fernandes, who seemed to manifest surprise with the same enthusiasm he did everything else, turned to me, his eyebrows raised.

"Mom? Ivan, why didn't you mention you had a son?" His voice was filled with genuine astonishment, mirroring my inner turmoil.

I was speechless, my mind racing to concoct some form of explanation, but nothing struck.

Before I could even attempt to navigate this new twist, Mr. Fernandes extended his hand to the boy.

"Well, I'm Bill, your Dad's boss!" he announced, shaking the teen's hand with vigor.

"I'm looking forward to getting to know your family better," he said, then excused himself to use the restroom.

The moment Mr. Fernandes was out of earshot, the woman's bewildered gaze turned sharp, her patience clearly worn thin.

"What the hell is going on? Who are you? How dare you tell him I'm your wife?" she hissed, her eyes seething with anger and confusion.

I sank into the chair opposite her, the weight of my fabricated world pressing down on me. "Please," I started, my hands coming together in a plea, "I need your help."

The confession spilled out in a rush.

"I lied to my boss about having a wife. He... he values family life and thinks it shows commitment. I thought it would help me get a promotion."

The room felt suffocatingly small as I laid out my desperation before these two strangers, my gaze flickering between them.

"I just need you to go along with this for an hour. Please."

The silence that followed was heavy, charged with a tension that chilled my bones. I had laid my cards on the table, my future hinging on the response of a woman and a teenager I barely knew.

Defeat hung heavy in the air as the woman outright refused to play along with my charade. Desperation clawed at me, pushing me to turn toward her son with a hopeful gaze.

"Hey, pal…how about a deal?" I ventured, attempting a lighter tone. "The most exquisite dessert on the menu for an hour of your time?"

The boy's chuckle cut through the tension. "I'm 13, not seven. You think you can buy me off with a dessert?"

Cornered and out of options, I pulled out my last card—my brand-new iPhone.

"What about this, then? Got it last week. It's yours if you help me out."

The shift in the boy's demeanor was immediate, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the phone.

"Now, that's a deal!" he exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face.

"Oliver!" his mother angrily called out to him. "We can't accept something so expensive from a stranger."

But Oliver, undeterred, held up his battered old phone for comparison. "Mom, I've been using this brick for five years. This is a chance I can't pass up."

Our high-five sealed the deal, despite his mother's clear frustration. I couldn't help but feel a flicker of triumph amidst the chaos.

Taking a breath, I extended a hand towards the woman. "I'm Ivan. And I guess you already know I'm in a bit of a bind here."

Oliver jumped in before his mother could respond. "I'm Oliver, and this is my mom, Autumn."

"Autumn? That's a beautiful name!" I couldn't help but exclaim, genuinely captivated by the charm of it.

There was a spark in my eyes, perhaps a mix of admiration and the sheer audacity of the lie I had concocted. To my surprise, this made Autumn smile. She seemed to find the entire situation not just interesting, but amusing.

Little did we know, this was the onset of a crazy adventure none of us could have predicted...

As Mr. Fernandes returned, we ordered dinner, and an unexpected warmth filled the air. Laughter and conversation flowed easily among us, and for a brief moment, I found myself lost in the joy of it all.

My life had been all about work, with no room left for love or family. At 40, I was still single, and until now, I hadn't thought much of it.

Watching Autumn and Oliver interact with Mr. Fernandes, I couldn't shake the feeling of being part of a family gathering.

It was then Mr. Fernandes, with a mouthful of food, looked up at me, a question in his eyes.

"Ivan, why have you kept such a wonderful family hidden from us all these years?"

Caught off guard, I could only offer a cheerful shrug, my gaze inadvertently seeking Autumn's.

Mr. Fernandes wiped his mouth, setting down his napkin with a thoughtful expression. "You know, Ivan, seeing you with your family makes me envious. It reminds me of what truly matters," he paused, his voice softening.

"I was like you once, buried in work. But it cost me my marriage and my family. That's why I emphasize the importance of family life over work to all my employees."

His confession struck a chord, and the atmosphere shifted slightly, a reflective silence enveloping our table.

As Mr. Fernandes excused himself, my gaze lingered on Autumn, her laughter still echoing in my ears, her eyes sparkling with a vibrancy that tugged at something deep within me.

I knew it was madness—she was a stranger, yet I found myself inexplicably drawn to her.

"Alright, folks! That was a lovely dinner! Ivan, I envy you, man. You got yourself an adorable little nest. Stay blessed and happy!" Mr. Fernandes patted me.

He was already on his way out following the meal, but not before leaving us with an unexpected invitation.

"Don't forget, Ivan, I'm looking forward to seeing you and your lovely family at the office party tomorrow!"

His tone held a firmness that made my stomach churn with dread.

"Of course, Mr. Fernandes," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. "We wouldn't miss it."

As he left, I turned back to Autumn and Oliver, my mind racing with the implications of what had just transpired.

"I really can't thank you enough," I said, the gravity of my deception weighing heavily on me. "This means more than you can imagine."

Autumn stood up, Oliver by her side, and for a moment, I wished we could start all over again under different circumstances.

"Well, Ivan," she began, a hint of mischief in her voice, "it seems you owe us more than just a phone now!"

Her jest was light-hearted, but it underscored the reality of our situation.

As they turned to leave, I knew this charade had spun out of my control, leaving me entangled in a web of my own making.

The relief of Mr. Fernandes' departure was short-lived, overshadowed by the looming dread of tomorrow's office party and the inevitable unraveling of my carefully constructed lies.

The air between us shifted as I ventured into the territory I knew was risky at best.

"Would you... could you possibly come to the office party with me?" I stammered, my voice laced with nervousness I couldn't hide.

Autumn's smile vanished, replaced by a look of frustration as she clutched her old, faded pink coat closer.

"We're done lying, Ivan," she said firmly, her voice cutting through the hopeful fog I had let myself bask in. But desperation has a way of pushing boundaries, making you offer things you know you shouldn't.

"What if I bought you a new coat? A nice, expensive one?" The words tumbled out, clumsy and ill-considered.

Her reaction was swift and sharp. "Pompous jerk!" she spat, her eyes alight with anger. "Come on, Oliver, give his phone back."

Caught in the middle, Oliver handed me the iPhone with a reluctance that mirrored my sinking heart. Autumn's gaze bore into me, her disappointment evident.

"If you think you can just buy a family with money and expensive gifts, you're sorely mistaken. Money can't buy love."

Her words were a sledgehammer to my conscience. Head bowed, heart splintering, I found the courage to look up at her. "I know," I admitted, the weight of my actions settling in.

"I've always thought throwing money at problems would make them go away. But today... today, I felt something I haven't felt in a long time. I WASN'T LONELY."

The moment hung in the balance, Autumn's gaze piercing mine as if she were trying to read the depths of my soul. Finally, she gave a slight nod.

"Okay, we'll go to this one party. Just one. But we need to get our act together first."

The relief that washed over me was like a miracle, a bright spark of joy igniting in my eyes. A sense of anticipation filled the air as she took off her coat and settled back into her chair.

"We need to practice being a family," she declared, her voice firm but sweet. "So, for that, we need to know each other first!"

I watched, a smile playing on my lips, as Autumn and Oliver resumed their seats, ready to transform our pretense into something that could pass for reality.

"Okay, so first of all, you can't just sit there silently," Autumn chided gently. "Families talk, laugh... they interact. But you... you were quiet. A normal family guy isn't usually quiet! He… he rattles on, grumbles…"

I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. Being an orphan and having spent my life shying away from the concept of family, this was foreign territory.

"What does it feel like... to be in a family?" I asked, genuinely wanting to understand.

Autumn's laughter was soft and comforting. "It's about laughter, about remembering the silly moments and sharing a hearty laugh over them, not just silence."

"For me," she continued, a warmth in her voice that felt like a cozy blanket, "family is about love and joy. It's laughing out loud, sharing the goodness of your heart... and being there for one another."

Her words resonated within me, stirring something I hadn't known was there.

The concept of family, so new and yet so appealing, began to take root in my heart. Reflecting on the solitude that had filled my life, I felt a twinge of regret.

But in the presence of Autumn and Oliver, that loneliness was replaced by a burgeoning joy. For the first time, the idea of family didn't seem so out of reach, and I found myself eagerly looking forward to exploring this newfound warmth.

The atmosphere lightened considerably when Oliver, with a twinkle in his eye, nudged the conversation back to the topic of the fur coat.

"Mom could still use that fancy coat you mentioned, Ivan," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Autumn shot him a look, her eyes wide with mock indignation. "Oliver, please," she chided, but her tone was light and playful.

Catching their exchange, I couldn't help but chuckle, giving Oliver a thumbs-up while exchanging a sheepish smile with Autumn.

As the evening progressed, the bond between us deepened, an unexpected trio finding comfort in each other's company.

We shared stories and laughed over our hastily concocted love story—our "how we met" tale designed to withstand any probing questions Mr. Fernandes might have the next day.

Oliver scrolled through his phone, showing me pictures of him and Autumn, narrating snippets of their lives with each photo.

It was intimate, a glimpse into a world I had never thought I'd be privy to.

When it was my turn, I found my stories paled in comparison—years of solitude following the tragic loss of my parents. But instead of pity, I saw understanding in Autumn's eyes, a softness that made me feel seen.

The evening culminated in us taking selfies, a tangible memento of our unexpected journey together.

For the first time in a long time, I wasn't on the outside looking in; I was part of something, a makeshift family that, even if just for a moment, filled the void I had long accepted as part of my existence.

As the evening wound down, a realization dawned on me. Learning that Autumn was a single mother added a new layer of respect and admiration for her.

Each glance her way reaffirmed my initial impression—she was undoubtedly the most captivating woman I'd ever encountered. There was a shift within me, a change in the tides of my typically solitary life.

The conclusion of our dinner and the run-through of tomorrow's charade brought us to a moment of departure.

Standing up, I found myself caught in Autumn's gaze, her eyes reflecting a mix of determination and amusement. "We're ready for tomorrow," she affirmed.

"Just remember, the most important rule—no kissing!"

I couldn't help but sigh, the disappointment genuine, though masked with a playful smile. "That's such a tough rule to follow!" I joked, hoping to lighten the mood.

Her response was immediate, her eyes widening with a blend of surprise and curiosity, a silent question hanging between us.

Oliver chimed in with a grin, "I'll be keeping an eye on you, Ivan!"

I couldn't help but smile. Their laughter, light and genuine, filled the space between us as they turned to leave.

"See you tomorrow," I called out, the words tinged with a hope I hadn't felt in years.

I watched them walk away, the silhouette of Autumn and Oliver etched against the evening light, a poignant reminder of the day's unexpected journey.

At that moment, sitting alone yet filled with a sense of connection I hadn't known I was missing, I realized the true impact of their presence.

For the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to entertain the thought of having a family, of being part of something greater than my work and my achievements.

As I scrolled through the photos on my phone, those snapshots of joy with Autumn and Oliver moved something in me. Their genuine and warm smiles sparked a longing in my eyes—a yearning for a life I never knew I wanted.

Work had always been my priority, my identity. But in the span of a single day, Autumn and Oliver had shifted my perspective, showing me the beauty of connection... of family.

Lost in thought, my gaze wandered to the couple across from the table.

The man, nervous yet determined, presented his partner with a bouquet of white tulips before getting down on one knee with a glistening ring in a small velvet box.

The scene was a vivid reminder of the possibilities that lay beyond the confines of my structured life.

I never knew love could be such a beautiful feeling. The future I dared to dream of earlier seemed suddenly attainable.

The prospect of tomorrow's party loomed large, yet it was the genuine bond forming beneath the surface that held my thoughts captive as I made my way home.

Alone again in the quiet of my deluxe apartment, the echo of laughter and conversation from earlier in the evening seemed to linger in the air.

That night, as I lay awake in the vastness of my apartment, my mind raced with thoughts of Autumn. The anticipation of seeing her again, of stepping into the charade we had crafted, was overwhelming.

For the first time in my life, I was excited about the odds of what the next day held, not for the sake of my career, but for the chance to explore the unexpected feelings that Autumn and her son had awakened in me.

***

The party was in full swing the following evening, the air charged with the kind of electric anticipation that only comes with extravagance and celebration.

Dressed sharply, I mingled amongst colleagues and friends, my heart in my throat, my eyes constantly drifting to the doorway.

The clink of whiskey glasses, the amber liquid catching the light just so, became a backdrop to my growing anticipation.

Mr. Fernandes sidled up beside me, his glass in hand.

"Expecting your family soon, Ivan?" His voice was laced with genuine interest, a testament to the man's knack for personal connections.

"They're coming, right?"

With a confidence I barely felt, I flashed him a grin. "They're on their way, Mr. Fernandes," I assured him, though my heart hammered against my chest.

"Can't wait to see them again. Autumn is such a delight, and Oliver—what an energetic young man. Brings so much life to the room!" Mr. Fernandes added with delight.

I couldn't help the pride that swelled in my chest at his words.

"Thank you," I found myself saying, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

"I... I've started missing them myself."

That caught Mr. Fernandes off guard. His brow furrowed slightly, a curious look in his eyes. "Ivan, I've never seen you get so emotional about anything."

Caught off guard by my confession, I turned away, attempting to hide the unexpected vulnerability. "It's a surprise to me, too," I confessed, my voice lower than intended.

"Feels... weird!"

The moment was broken as Mr. Fernandes excused himself, a new guest demanding his attention. That's when I saw them—Autumn and Oliver—making their grand entrance, both dressed impeccably, their presence lighting up the room.

A wave of relief and joy washed over me, the sight of them calming the storm of nerves.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I allowed myself to fully embrace the happiness that flooded through me, the facade of a family suddenly feeling all too real.

The moment Autumn stepped into the room, time seemed to slow. Her ruby red dress clung to her in all the right places, making my heart skip a beat.

Her smokey grey eyes were alight with a spark that seemed to illuminate the space between us. She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. I couldn't look beyond her.

Her smile... it was the image that had haunted my sleepless night, the realization hitting me like a ton of bricks—I had fallen hopelessly in love with Autumn.

As she approached, Oliver in tow, her smile widened.

"Hey, Ivan! Nice to see you... again!" she greeted, her voice a melody that resonated deep within me.

Stunned, all I could manage was a weak "Hey!" in return, my usual eloquence lost in the whirlwind of emotions her presence stirred within me.

Sensing perhaps a moment meant for just the two of us, Oliver drifted away towards the food and music, leaving us in our little world.

"I received the fur coat you sent," Autumn said, her tone a mix of gratitude and gentle reprimand. "It's too expensive, Ivan. I didn't want something so fancy."

But her words barely registered, my entire being magnetized by her. "I... I can't seem to take my eyes off you," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I've been thinking about you all night, Autumn. I... I can't get you out of my head. I hope this isn't our last night together."

Just as our moment seemed to crystallize, a familiar voice sliced through the air.

Dan, a colleague of mine, stood behind Autumn, whiskey in hand and a smirk playing on his lips.

"Autumn? What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone laced with surprise and a hint of suspicion.

Autumn spun around, her expression shifting from joy to shock. "Dan?"

I stepped in, confusion clouding my judgment. "You two know each other?"

Dan's chuckle was devoid of humor. "Know each other?" He shook his head, pointing at Autumn.

"She's my wife!"

The air seemed to freeze around us. Autumn's face morphed into a mix of disbelief and anger.

"Ex-wife!" she corrected him sharply, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

At that moment, the intricate web of lies and half-truths began to unravel, leaving me to wonder how the story I had so carefully constructed could end in such an unexpected twist.

As Dan's words cut through the air, I couldn't help but marvel at the irony.

"Turns out, the creep who walked out on you is a colleague of mine!" I turned to Autumn, my voice laced with disbelief and a hint of dark humor.

Dan's reaction was immediate, his scowl deepening. He seized the moment to lash out, his words aimed to wound.

"So, this is how you've decided to play dress-up, huh? Found yourself a sugar daddy to finance your little escapades?" His glance shifted maliciously towards me before landing on Autumn.

Before the tension could escalate further, Oliver stepped in, his youthful confidence undimmed by the adult complexities swirling around him.

"You know, Dan," Oliver began, his voice surprisingly steady, "Ivan's been more of a family to us in one evening than you've been in years."

Dan's frustration boiled over, but before he could retort, Mr. Fernandes, drawn by the commotion, approached.

"What's going on here?" he asked, his voice carrying a mixture of concern and authority.

Mr. Fernandes' gaze shifted from Dan to me, a silent demand for the truth written all over his face.

"Dan claims Oliver is his son. Ivan, what's going on?"

Dan's smirk widened. "Come on, boss! You don't think Ivan pulled one over on you for that promotion?" His words were like a dagger, aimed straight at the heart of my intentions.

Oliver, standing firm despite the growing tension, spoke up.

"We met Ivan yesterday, but he's shown us more kindness in a day than my father has in a lifetime."

His words, raw and honest, cut through the air, leaving a heavy silence in their wake.

Dan laughed off Oliver's words, and the bitterness was evident. "I don't regret it! Why would I?" he taunted, turning his venomous gaze towards Autumn. "She was only ever after my money."

Autumn's retort was swift and fierce. "No, that's not true. You left us for your mistress right after Oliver was born. I've raised him alone, without your help."

The room fell silent as Autumn, dignity intact despite the tears threatening to spill over, grabbed Oliver's hand and left. I reached out, a plea on my lips, but it was too late. They were gone.

Frustration and anger surged through me as I faced Dan, my hands clenched at my sides. The urge to lash out was overwhelming. I grabbed him by the collar, only to hold my reins.

Violence wasn't the answer.

Mr. Fernandes stepped in, his expression a mix of anger and confusion. "Ivan, I need an explanation. Now."

Taking a deep breath, I knew it was time to come clean, to unveil the truth behind the facade I'd constructed.

The taunt from Dan sliced through the festive air, harsh and unyielding.

"Come on, Ivan, tell the truth. About how you hired someone to play husband and wife with... created your own little family drama... all for a promotion!"

My heart thundered against my ribs, not from fear of losing my job but from the terror of losing Autumn.

Mr. Fernandes' voice, firm and expectant, cut in. "Ivan, is this true? Come back here and explain."

But his words faded into the background as my focus narrowed to Autumn, her figure retreating down the staircase.

"Autumn! Wait, please!" My voice cracked, laden with a desperation I couldn't hide as I ran after her.

She stopped, turning to face me, her eyes glistening with tears that threatened to spill.

"Ivan, I'm so sorry. This mess... I ruined your plan. I'll talk to your boss. I'll explain everything."

I reached her in three strides, my hands capturing hers. "Forget about the job, Autumn. You're all that matters."

Her eyes widened in shock, searching my face for certainty. I took a deep breath, pouring every ounce of my truth into my words.

"I've spent my life chasing success, never stopping to find something real. And then... there was you. It’s like fate decided it was time for me to wake up... to meet you. To feel things I haven't felt before."

Her smile, hesitant at first, transformed her face as hope flickered in her eyes.

"Ivan... do you really mean that?"

"Every word," I affirmed, feeling a shift within me, a redirection of every path I'd ever chosen.

"It's strange, isn't it?" Autumn's voice was soft and reflective. "Your work... it's how we met."

I shook my head, my earlier convictions solidifying into a new resolve. "That doesn't matter anymore. My priorities... they're changing. My job's taking the back seat now."

I then attempted a jest to lighten up the mood, "That's if I even have a job after today!"

Her chuckle was a balm to the tension between us. Then, with a vulnerable honesty, she confessed, "Ivan, there's something I want to tell you. I... I've fallen for you, too. I don't want to lose this... us."

Just as the world seemed to narrow to the space between us, her gaze shifted, a frown forming on her face. "Wait, where's Oliver?"

Oliver's timely intervention, alongside Mr. Fernandes, brought a miraculous shift in the air. I faced my boss, my apology heartfelt.

"I'm sorry for lying, for everything, Mr. Fernandes."

Mr. Fernandes held my gaze, the weight of his next words heavy with import. "Clear out your office tomorrow, Ivan," a pause, a heartbeat of silence, before he continued, "Because you're moving to a bigger one!"

"What?! Mr. Fernandes, but I… I lied to you and—" I stammered, joy and disbelief cloaking my eyes.

"Now that you’re going to be a family man, I can’t find a reason to fire you!" My boss joked, patting my shoulder.

Joy, pure and unadulterated, washed over me, shared in the light that danced in Autumn's eyes.

"Thank you," I managed, my handshake with Mr. Fernandes sealing my gratitude and newfound respect.

Oliver's playful nudge broke through the solemnity. "Hey, just kiss her already!"

Heat crept up my neck as I turned back to Autumn. "What about our no-kissing rule?"

Her answer was in her smile, in the way she launched herself into my arms. Our kiss sealed our promises, our futures intertwined in that moment.

It was beautiful, overwhelming in its intensity, as I finally understood the true essence of love beyond the confines of ambition and career.

I'm no longer alone. I've got an adorable family in Autumn and Oliver. And I promise to love them to the moon and back. Forever.

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