I Slept with My Boss to Save My Job—Now His Wife Wants Me Dead
Episode 1 – The Choice That Destroyed Me
My name is Anita. I never thought my life would become a story people whisper about in fear. But today, I tell it myself… because silence almost killed me.
I grew up in poverty. My father died when I was very young, and my mother struggled to raise us by selling vegetables in the market. Many nights we slept on empty stomachs. I promised myself that one day, I would change everything.
When I finally finished school and got a job in a big company in the city, it felt like my prayers were answered. Every morning, I dressed neatly, smiled at myself in the mirror, and whispered, “Anita, your suffering is over.”
But I didn’t know that the same job would lead me into the darkest trap of my life.
One Monday morning, the company announced a list of people who were being sacked. The economy was bad, and the company was cutting workers. That week alone, more than twenty people lost their jobs. When I saw the fear on their faces as they packed their belongings, my heart shook. I was next in line.
I worked harder, stayed longer, and prayed every night. But soon, I was called into the office of my boss, Mr. Williams. He was a powerful man in his late 40s, tall, with cold eyes that could make you shiver.
He looked at me and said, “Anita, you are a good worker. I don’t want to let you go… but you know this company has no mercy. If you really want to stay, you must prove how serious you are.”
I was confused. “Sir, I will work harder. I will do anything.”
He leaned closer and whispered words that broke me:
“I don’t mean work. You know what I want.”
My breath stopped. I understood. He was asking me to give him my body in exchange for my job.
That night, I cried like a child. I thought about my poor mother who depended on my salary, my younger siblings who were still in school. If I lost this job, they would all suffer. Poverty would swallow us again.
After hours of fighting within myself, I made the worst choice of my life. I told him yes.
That night, I went to his hotel room. My body was there, but my soul was dead. When it was over, I went to the bathroom and cried silently under the shower. I looked at myself in the mirror and whispered, “You have sold yourself, Anita.”
From that day, I hated waking up. Every time I stepped into the office, I felt dirty. Mr. Williams gave me fake smiles and expensive gifts, but inside, I was breaking.
What I didn’t know was that someone was watching. His wife.
Madam Juliet was a woman people feared in the city. Rich, powerful, and sharp like a knife. She loved her husband like a god, and she could kill for him. And soon… she found out about me.
One evening, as I returned to my small apartment, I saw something on my doorstep. A dead bird, with blood dripping from its neck. On its wings was a small note that said: “Next time, it will be you.”
I froze. My hands shook. I looked around, but no one was there. I knew my nightmare had just begun.
That night, I couldn’t sleep. I sat in the dark, hugging myself, trembling. I thought about the mistake I made. A mistake that would soon cost me more than I ever imagined.
And this… was only the beginning.
The night I saw that dead bird with the note on my doorstep, I knew my life would never be the same again. I locked my door, sat on the floor, and cried until my chest hurt. My mistake had found me, and it was coming for me with blood.
Days passed, but the fear stayed with me. Every shadow on the street made me jump. Every strange knock on my door made me freeze. I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t sleep. My job—the job I fought to save—no longer gave me peace.
Then it happened.
One Saturday evening, I was cooking noodles when I heard a loud knock at my door. My heart raced. At first, I ignored it. But the knock grew louder and harder. Finally, I forced myself to open the door.
Standing there was Madam Juliet.
Her presence filled the small corridor like fire. She wore a long red gown, her face painted with expensive makeup, and behind her were two tall men—her bodyguards. She didn’t smile. She didn’t blink. She just looked at me the way a lion looks at a weak goat.
Before I could speak, she pushed the door open and walked into my room. Her perfume filled the air, but it wasn’t sweet—it was choking.
She looked around my poor apartment and laughed. “So this is where you live? This dirty little box? And you thought you could take my husband away from me?”
My legs shook. I wanted to speak, but no words came out.
She moved closer until her face was right in front of mine. Her voice was low, but every word stabbed my heart.
“Listen to me, Anita. I know everything. You think you’re smart? You think because you opened your legs, he will choose you? Never. I built that man. I made him who he is. And I will bury you before I let you destroy my home.”
Tears filled my eyes. I fell to my knees and begged. “Please, madam… I never meant to take him from you. I only wanted to keep my job. Please, forgive me.”
She laughed again, a wicked laugh that echoed through the room. Then she bent down and whispered into my ear, “You should have thought of that before you touched what belongs to me. From today, your life is mine. If I want you dead, you’re dead. If I want you broken, you’re broken.”
Then she stood up, signaled to her men, and walked out. But before leaving, she turned at the door and said, “This is your first and last warning. Next time, you won’t be breathing.”
When she left, I collapsed on the floor, shaking like a child. My noodles were burning on the stove, but I couldn’t even move. I felt like my world was crashing down.
The next Monday, I gathered courage and went to Mr. Williams. I walked into his office, closed the door, and with tears in my eyes I said, “Sir, your wife came to my house. She threatened to kill me. Please, you have to talk to her. You have to protect me.”
But Mr. Williams didn’t even look worried. He leaned back in his chair, sighed, and said, “Anita, I told you to be careful. I never asked you to get caught. If Juliet knows, then it’s your problem. Don’t involve me.”
My mouth dropped open. “But sir, I did this for you. I—”
He cut me off. His voice was cold, sharp like a knife. “Enough, Anita. You wanted to keep your job, and you did. Don’t come here crying like a baby. If you can’t handle the heat, then maybe you should just resign.”
Those words broke me more than Madam Juliet’s threat. I had given him my dignity, my body, my peace. And now… he abandoned me.
That night, I realized something that made my blood run cold: I was alone.
The man I thought would protect me had left me. His wife wanted me dead. And the only thing I had left was fear.
And that was just the beginning of my nightmare.
CONTINUE FROM EPISODE 2
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