Ditched At A Rest Stop, Reborn As His Boss's Wife

During a weekend road trip, his "girl best friend" got bored and dared him to pull a prank. So, he ditched me at a highway rest stop, luggage and all. When I called him in disbelief, he laughed and said, "It's just a joke. I'll pick you up in an hour." I waited at that rest stop all night. No calls. No texts. A year later, he transferred to a new company. The moment he realized I was his new director, his jaw dropped. With red-rimmed eyes, he begged me to take him back. I picked up the cup of coffee from my desk and said coldly: "Sorry, but I’m already married." A cup of scalding coffee splashed straight across Logan’s face. He wiped his cheeks in utter humiliation. I held the empty mug, watching the dark liquid soak into his crisp dress shirt. It felt shockingly satisfying. A year ago at that highway rest stop, I had waited all night in the freezing wind, and he hadn't even bothered to send a text. "Sienna, let me explain!" Logan didn't even care about wiping his face. He lunged forward to grab my wrist. I stepped back, easily dodging his hand. "I really was going to turn back and pick you up that night! But an emergency came up at work, and my phone died," he pleaded, his eyes bloodshot with desperation. "The next morning, I went back for you, but you were gone! I looked for you everywhere!" I watched his pathetic performance, my heart completely flat. If someone truly wanted to find you, would they vanish for an entire year without a single word? If he had ever cared, would he have dumped me on the side of the highway with my suitcases? "Is that so?" I replied flatly, setting the coffee cup on my desk. "Sounds like you were very busy." Logan bit his lip, stepping closer. "Sienna, I know you're still mad at me. But I honestly didn't mean any harm. It was just a joke! Don't be so petty, okay?" Petty. When that word left his mouth, I almost burst out laughing. Ditching me alone at a deserted rest stop in the middle of nowhere, leaving me in the dark for twelve hours with no way to reach anyone. And he called that a joke. "Logan, the past is in the past," I said, leaning back into my leather office chair, my voice deadpan. "I'm married now." "What?" Logan froze, then let out an amused scoff. "No way. You're lying, right?" He pulled up a chair, sat opposite me, and tilted his chin up with unbearable arrogance. "Sienna, you think I don't know how much you loved me?" he whispered. "You cut ties with your own parents just to move across the country for me. You swore you'd never marry anyone else in this lifetime. I remember every single word." A sharp pang pricked my chest. He was right. Back then, I loved him so blindly that I completely lost myself. When he said long-distance was too hard, I quit my job and relocated to his city. When he said his parents didn't approve of me, I bent over backward just to win their favor. When he said he needed space, I waited quietly in our apartment, never daring to question him. And in the end, my reward was being abandoned on the side of a highway. "People change," I said, my fingers tapping lightly on the keyboard. "If you have nothing else to say, go report to HR. Your desk is on the third floor." Logan didn't move. He tilted his head, his gaze sweeping over me with smug appraisal. "Come on, Sienna, cut the act." He leaned back, crossing his legs. "You're married? To whom? Give me a name." "My husband’s last name is Vance," I said evenly. "He owns this company."Logan stared at me for three seconds before bursting into loud, condescending laughter. "Sienna, when did you become such a shameless liar?" He stood up, towering over me with a look of pity that made my stomach churn. "I know you still care about me. Let's just get back together. But you really need to work on that temper of yours." He flicked the damp collar of his suit jacket. "Let's grab dinner tonight. My treat. I'll book a table." He didn't believe a single word I said. In his mind, I was still that pathetic girl who would drop everything at his call. "Logan, let me repeat myself: I am married." My tone dropped to sub-zero. "Sure, sure, you're married to the billionaire CEO," Logan mocked, patronizing me as if I were a throwing a toddler's tantrum. "Seven tonight. The Bistro on Elm. Don't be late." Without waiting for my reply, he turned on his heel and walked out. The door clicked shut, and I stared at the wood grain for a long time. My phone buzzed on the desk. It was a text from my husband. “Hey baby, my flight just touched down. Seven tonight, The Bistro on Elm. I've got a surprise for you.” What a ridiculous coincidence. But Julian's surprise was the only thing I cared about. At six-thirty, I left my office right on time. While driving, my phone lit up with a notification—a text from Logan. I didn't even bother to read it, flipping the phone facedown onto the center console. The Bistro on Elm was a high-end vintage lounge, all dark wood panels, warm amber lighting, and low jazz. The atmosphere was exquisite. After the valet took my car, I stepped into the lobby. The hostess recognized me instantly, giving a warm, respectful smile. "Good evening, Mrs. Vance. Mr. Vance hasn’t arrived yet. Would you like to wait on the private lounge sofa?" I nodded and walked toward a velvet booth in the corner, settling into the plush cushions. The lounge was quiet, with only a few patrons chatting in hushed tones. I unlocked my phone to skim through my work emails. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught two figures stepping through the grand entrance. It was Logan. He had changed into a fresh navy suit. His hair was meticulously styled with pomade, looking polished and sharp. Walking right beside him was a woman in a low-cut crimson slip dress, with heavy makeup and a smug, dazzling smile. Hailey. When Logan first introduced her, he swore she was just his childhood bestie—his "bro." She was three years older than me and owned an upscale beauty salon. Back then, I gave her the benefit of the doubt. She had gotten married young and already had a kid in preschool. I didn't think I needed to guard myself against a married woman. Yet, as time went on, every single date Logan and I went on, Hailey found an excuse to crash. Movies, dinners, weekend getaways—it was always the three of us. Logan's excuse was always the same: "She's just one of the guys, Sienna. Stop being insecure." I was naive enough to believe it, thinking she was just friendly and outgoing. Looking back now, I realized how painfully blind I had been.Logan scanned the dining room, and his gaze instantly locked onto my booth. "Sienna, you actually came." Logan stopped by the armrest, looking down at me with an smug grin he couldn't hide. "I knew you couldn't resist." I put my phone down and looked up at him coldly. "Logan, I'm here waiting for my husband." Logan didn't listen. In fact, he completely ignored my words. He bent down, reaching an arm out to wrap around my shoulders. I leaned back sharply, dodging his touch. "Keep your hands to yourself." His hand caught empty air, hanging awkwardly in mid-air. Logan's expression darkened for a split second before another arrogant smirk masked it. "Alright, Sienna, that's enough drama. I admit leaving you behind was a bit much, but haven't you milked it long enough?" Hailey slid past Logan, taking a seat beside me on the velvet sofa, flashing a fake, sweet smile. "Long time no see, little Sienna! You're looking prettier than ever." I didn't answer. Unfazed, she chirped, "Look, I was in the car that day too, and I totally told Logan not to do it! He was just teasing you on a whim. Who knew you'd take it so seriously?" "We were actually super worried about you being left at the rest stop, but Logan said you were strong and independent and would definitely find a way home." In just a few sentences, she wiped away their guilt entirely. A whim. Just teasing. Who knew you'd take it so seriously? I had stood freezing all night in the middle of nowhere, and she brushed it off as a joke. "You're a grown woman, Hailey. Aren't you a bit too old for childish pranks?" I said flatly. Hailey’s smile twitched, but she quickly smoothed it over. "Still holding a grudge, are we? Well, that's normal for girls with narrow minds. I get it." Standing beside her, Logan actually nodded in agreement. "Hailey’s right, Sienna. Let's just turn the page, okay?" "Look at you—you're doing great at this company, and now I've joined as well. Let's give it another shot. I promise I won't pull that kind of prank on you again." His tone sounded like a parent humoring a spoiled child. Once again, I enunciated clearly: "I am married." Hailey covered her mouth and giggled. "Sienna, sweetie, you showed up alone. Where is this imaginary husband of yours?" Logan chuckled along with her. "You're really stubborn, aren't you? How long are you going to keep up this charade?" "You claim your husband owns the whole company? Great, call him out here. Let him show his face." A few nearby diners began glancing in our direction, drawn by Logan's raised voice. I took a deep breath, keeping my composure. I had no desire to cause a public scene. Julian had reserved this place, and he was due any second. "Logan, please leave," I commanded. "I don't want a scene on my husband's property." "Your husband's property?"Logan let out a sharp, mocking laugh that echoed across the lobby. "Sienna, have you lost your mind?" "I happen to know the owner of The Bistro on Elm. His name is Lin, not Vance." "You can't even get your lies straight, and you expect me to believe your husband is my CEO?" He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "I know you're trying to make me jealous, but this is pathetic. Tell you what—" "Admit you're putting on a show, and dinner tonight is on me. We'll sit down and talk about getting back together." Hailey chimed in, leaning forward. "Come on, Sienna, swallow your pride. You know how Logan is—he responds to softness. Just act cute and apologize, and it's over." I looked between their faces. One brimming with entitlement, the other dripping with malice. The old, naive Sienna might have fallen for it, genuinely believing that Logan cared. But that girl died alone at that highway rest stop a year ago. "I don't need your charity," I said, standing up and grabbing my purse. "Excuse me. I'm going to the restroom." Logan stepped out, his arm shooting across my chest to block my path. His fake smile vanished, replaced by raw irritation. "Sienna, do you seriously think you're my only option?" his voice turned vicious. "Let me make one thing crystal clear: I'm offering to take you back out of pity for our history." "If you don't want to, fine! But dropping this high-and-mighty act would do you some good." I glared at his arm, then shifted my gaze to his face. "Logan, move your hand." He didn't budge. Hailey sighed dramatically from the side. "Stop throwing a fit, Sienna. You know what kind of man Logan is. He has women lining up for him. Coming all this way to ask you out is already giving you tremendous face." I scoffed in disbelief. "Hailey, keep your 'face' for yourself. I don't want it." I moved to step around Logan's arm. Logan lunged, trailing behind me. "Sienna, I'm asking you for the last time. Are you getting back with me or not?" I didn't stop. My silence pushed him over the edge. He grabbed my shoulder, spun me around, and struck me hard across the cheek. Slap! "Sienna, don't you dare push your luck!" A burning sting flared across my face, and my ear rang with a deafening buzz. I cupped my cheek, glaring at him with pure, icy fury. Logan stood over me, trembling with rage. "I swallowed my pride to give you a way out! If you had any brains, you'd take it!" "Otherwise, even if you get on your knees and beg me tomorrow, I won't take you back!" I slowly dropped my hand, my voice cutting through the air like a razor. "Logan, who the hell do you think you are?" "You aren't worth a single hair on my husband's head." Logan was practically shaking, pointing an aggressive finger at me. "Fine! Your so-called billionaire husband?" "Bring him out! Have him stand right here and tell me you're his wife! If he does, I'll walk away and never bother you again!" I stayed silent. Julian was already on his way. Once he arrived, Logan would humiliate himself without me lifting a finger. Seeing my silence, Logan took it as fear. "Think about it, Sienna. Who would ever marry you?" he sneered. "Look at your family background. Your broke parents—" Before he could finish, a deep, commanding voice boomed behind him. "My wife already has a husband."