Framed For Espionage By My Cheating Fiancé Chapter 2

Wallace considered this for a moment and nodded. “Blake has a point. Samantha, you’ll go home, take a period of leave, and publicly apologize to the department for the ethics violation.” He sighed, the disappointment evident. “The Department Director position will be filled by Madison Stone.”

Madison beamed instantly. “Thank you, Mr. Wallace! I promise I won’t let you down. I’ll lead by example.” She shot me a look, a victorious, silent smirk of pure malice.

Next to her, Blake was gazing at Madison with such genuine warmth and pride.

It hit me like a shot of cheap tequila.

This wasn't just about a promotion. This was about her. Blake hadn't just met his college acquaintance; he had meticulously planned to put her in my spot.

Flashes of the past few months played out in my mind: the hickeys Madison hadn’t bothered to cover around me, the scent of a new, unfamiliar cologne on Blake’s shirts, their suspiciously synced travel schedules. Even now, Madison was wearing a delicate silver necklace I'd seen sitting in Blake’s Amazon cart weeks ago.

They had been playing me for a fool.

My original plan was to let the National Security team complete their verification of the letters. Once the historical significance was confirmed, the commendation would clear everything up. But the sheer audacity, the treacherous, hateful look on their faces—it broke my composure.

I am many things, but a quiet victim is not one of them.

“Madison can have the job over my dead body,” I stated, my voice dangerously level. “She does not have the competence.”

I unleashed my own list. “Last September, she carelessly lost the finalized contract for the Windsor account. I spent two weeks begging and negotiating to salvage that mess for her.”

“In June, she took unauthorized photos in the secure R&D lab and posted them on her social media, which I discovered and forced her to delete immediately.”

“In February, she—”

I listed every screw-up, every professional disaster. It wasn't because I'd been tracking her; it was because Blake had begged me every time to cover for his "innocent student friend." I’d been naive enough to take Madison under my wing, treating her as a friend and a mentee, patiently teaching her the unspoken rules of the firm, even knowing she was my competitor. I had never sabotaged her.

My reward? A knife in the back.

Madison immediately panicked under the scrutiny of the senior leadership. She pointed a shaking finger at me. “Samantha, shut up! Those are lies! I never did any of that!”

“I have the receipts, Madison,” I countered coolly.

“Enough, Samantha!” Blake roared, his face mottled with fury. “Are you so determined to destroy her? You’re just jealous because she’s younger, prettier, and has a better degree than you! This is your mistake—own it, don’t try to slander her!”

I fixed him with a cold stare. I let out a low, bitter laugh. “Oh, Blake. I was so focused on her, I forgot to save some vitriol for you. You cheated on me, your fiancée, with this snake, and then tried to use corporate espionage to get her promoted? I’m going to make sure everyone in this office knows the truth. Let’s see how long your ‘upright’ reputation lasts then.”

Blake was a creature of reputation. The truth of the affair, exposed publicly, enraged him more than the job loss. His false mask completely shattered.

“I’m a man of integrity! You won’t get away with this slander, Samantha! Are you forcing me to expose your real crimes?!”

Expose me? I raised an eyebrow, genuinely confused. “Blake, what exactly do you think you’re going to expose?”

His face was shadowed, his jaw clenched, and his voice dropped to a menacing, desperate whisper.

“I suspect Samantha Rory is a foreign agent committing economic espionage!”