After the CEO Betrayed Me, I Took Back My LifeChapter 1
Thirty days after I lost the baby, I walked back into the office.
To bury the grief somewhere it couldn't reach me.
To prove I was still the person I'd been before.
I volunteered for the hardest project in the company, pulling all-nighters to finish the proposal.
The morning of the presentation, I put on a crisp suit, ready for this.
I thought everything would go smoothly.
What I didn't know was that Drew Henson's secretary had spiked my water with a diuretic.
Warm liquid ran down my pant leg, dripping onto the floor one drop at a time.
She pointed at the mess I'd become and laughed.
"They say new mothers leak after giving birth. Guess it's true."
"Delilah, your baby didn't even survive—so what's your excuse for not being able to hold it?"
Every eye in the room locked onto me.
Nobody cared about the weeks I'd spent working through the night.
All anyone could look at was the puddle at my feet.
I turned to Drew without thinking, searching his face for help.
Hoping he would do something. Anything.
A word of encouragement. Just standing beside me.
Even a single nod. Even a look.
Instead, he ignored me and pinned the new director's badge on Shelagh Pruitt.
In that moment, Drew Henson didn't just end my career.
He ended eight years of us.
——
When the warm stream ran down between my legs,
I knew it was over.
The presentation was being broadcast live.
The audience wasn't just company employees. Industry heavyweights were watching.
High-definition cameras were capturing every second of my humiliation.
The footage would circulate online, through every professional circle in the industry.
It wouldn't matter how strong my résumé was or how good my track record.
From now on, people would hear the name Delilah Simmons and picture a woman who wet herself on a stage in front of a thousand people.
The proposal I'd bled over for weeks. The reputation I'd spent years stacking brick by brick.
Wiped out in a single warm trickle.
I gripped the microphone with both hands, forcing myself to stay steady.
When I turned, Drew had already hung the "New Director" badge around Shelagh's neck.
His expression was indifferent. His tone, composed and polished as always.
"Delilah isn't feeling well and needs time to rest and recover."
"Shelagh will be taking over the presentation and her duties going forward."