My CEO Boyfriend Bought Her Plan B

I lived with my CEO boyfriend for three years. Every day, I'd make him a homemade lunch and bring it to his company.

The young receptionists all knew me. They'd see me and smile, "Here comes Mrs. Blackwood!"

I'd smile back, never correcting them.

I'd walk toward his office, insulated bag in hand.

Passing by the break room, I heard voices.

"Ethan, how many times a day should I take this pill?"

The woman's voice was sweet, a little coy.

Then came Ethan Blackwood's voice: "Once a day is enough. Don't forget."

I stopped dead.