Resolve

The shrill ring of my phone jolted me from my restless sleep, the faint light of dawn seeping through the curtains. My heart sank when I saw Steve’s name flashing on the screen—my supervisor, a man who rarely called unless it was important. Hesitating, I finally picked up, bracing myself for the inevitable.

“Elina, where the hell have you been?” Steve’s voice was sharp, but there was a hint of concern underlying his irritation. “I’ve been covering for you, but you need to get your ass to the office. Now. Or I’ll personally drag you out of your house.”

“I… I’m sorry, Steve,” I stammered, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. “I just—”

“No excuses,” he cut in, though his tone softened slightly. “Look, I don’t know what’s going on, but you can’t hide forever. Get dressed and get here, okay? We’ll talk when you arrive.”

The knot in my stomach tightened. “Okay,” I managed to reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

After ending the call, I lay in bed for a moment, staring at the ceiling, dreading the day ahead. The thought of facing my colleagues, enduring their whispers and stares, made my insides churn. But Steve was right—hiding wouldn’t solve anything.

With a heavy heart, I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom. The cold splash of water on my face did little to shake off the dread. Each step of getting ready—showering, dressing, applying makeup—felt like a monumental task. When I finally looked in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me. The dark circles under my eyes and the forced smile told a story of exhaustion and anxiety.

The drive to the office felt surreal, my mind clouded with thoughts of what awaited me. As I walked through the front doors, the usual office buzz seemed to fade, replaced by a tense silence. I could feel the weight of dozens of eyes on me, each glance carrying judgment and suspicion.

I tried to keep my head down as I made my way to my desk. “Morning,” I mumbled to Karen, my desk neighbor, but she didn’t even glance up from her computer. The coldness of her response—or lack thereof—stung more than I wanted to admit.

The office felt suffocating, the silence more oppressive than any loud accusation could have been. I tried to focus on my work, but my hands trembled as I typed, the words on the screen blurring together. By lunchtime, I was a bundle of nerves, the weight of everything pressing down on me.

Reluctantly, I headed to the cafeteria, my appetite barely present but needing a distraction. As I entered, the usual hum of conversation fell to a murmur, and I felt the eyes of my colleagues follow me to the corner table I chose. I tried to ignore them, picking at my food with little interest.

Just as I thought I might get through lunch unnoticed, two women approached my table. Jenna from HR and Lisa from marketing—two of the office’s most notorious gossipmongers. My heart sank as they exchanged knowing looks, their approach anything but friendly.

“Elina,” Jenna began, her tone sugary sweet but with an edge of malice. “We were just talking about you.”

I forced a smile, though it felt more like a grimace. “Really? What about?”

“Oh, nothing much,” Lisa added, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just wondering how you managed to keep such a high-profile position. Must be nice to have… connections.”

The insinuation hung in the air like a bad smell. I felt a cold sweat break out on my skin as I struggled to keep my composure.

“Yeah,” Jenna chimed in, her smile a little too sharp. “I mean, it’s not every day you see someone rise through the ranks so quickly. You must have some… special talents.”

My stomach churned, the cafeteria suddenly feeling too small, too loud. Their words cut deep, each one a reminder of the rumors swirling around me. I knew they were baiting me, trying to get a reaction, but I couldn’t let them see how much it hurt.

“Well,” I said, keeping my voice as steady as I could, “I’ve worked hard for everything I have. Just like everyone else.”

“Of course you have,” Lisa mocked, her tone laced with derision. “But let’s be honest, Elina. We all know there are… other ways to get ahead.”

I felt my control slipping, my breath hitching as the tears threatened to spill over. My vision blurred, and I couldn’t bear the thought of breaking down in front of them. Grasping for anything to steady myself, I pulled out my phone and dialed the one number I knew by heart.

“Yeah?” Gray’s voice was calm, but I could hear the undercurrent of concern.

“Gray,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “Can you… can you come to the cafeteria? I need you.”

There was a brief pause before he replied, “I’m on my way.”

I hung up, trying to ignore the snickers from Jenna and Lisa. “Calling your husband?” Jenna sneered. “As if he can fix everything.”

They didn’t realize what they had just set in motion. He wasn’t just any husband—he was the president of the company, and his presence commanded respect, if not fear.

The cafeteria fell into an uneasy silence as the minutes ticked by, everyone sensing that something was about to happen. The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. And then, the doors swung open, and in walked Gray.

The entire cafeteria seemed to collectively hold its breath. Gray’s arrival was like a storm sweeping through—a force of nature that left everyone in awe. His tall frame, the sharp lines of his suit, the controlled power in his stride—he was every bit the commanding presence that made people take notice. Eyes widened, whispers spread like wildfire, and all conversation died out as he made his way toward me.

He didn’t spare a glance for anyone else, his focus solely on me as he closed the distance. The tension in the room grew thicker with each step he took, the gravity of his presence pulling everyone’s attention. He reached my side, his expression unreadable as he extended a hand to me.

“Hey, baby,” he said softly, his voice a stark contrast to the tension in the room. “Are you okay?”

The concern in his voice, the softness in his gaze—it was all I needed to feel the dam break. I nodded, but the tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over. Without a word, Gray pulled me into his arms, his embrace firm and reassuring. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the stares, not the whispers—only him.

The room seemed to blur around us, the shock of our colleagues barely registering as I buried my face in his chest. The strength of his arms around me, the steady beat of his heart—it was my anchor, the one thing keeping me from falling apart completely.

After a few moments, Grays gently pulled back, but kept his hand firmly in mine. His gaze swept over the stunned faces of our colleagues, his expression hardening into a look of steely resolve.

“I’d like to clarify something,” he said, his voice carrying clearly across the cafeteria. “Elina is my wife. It’s perfectly normal for a married couple to walk hand in hand, and it’s certainly within our right to support each other, especially in times like these.”

The room went dead silent. The shock was palpable, and the weight of his announcement hung heavy in the air. The realization that they had been gossiping about the president’s wife hit everyone like a ton of bricks. Eyes darted nervously from Gray to me, and the earlier whispers and sneers were replaced by a suffocating silence.

Gray’s gaze settled on Jenna and Lisa, who were now visibly paling. “If anyone has an issue with that, perhaps you should reconsider your priorities. I expect professionalism from everyone here.”

Jenna and Lisa scrambled to respond, their bravado completely shattered. “N-no, sir,” Jenna stammered. “We didn’t mean…”

“Good,” Gray cut her off, his tone brooking no argument. “Then I suggest you both find something productive to do and leave personal matters out of the workplace.”

With that, he turned back to me, his expression softening once more. “Let’s go,” he said gently, taking my hand in his. “You don’t need to stay here.”

I didn’t argue, too overwhelmed by everything that had happened. As we walked out of the cafeteria, I could feel the eyes of my colleagues on us, their shock and awe almost palpable. But for the first time in days, I didn’t care. Gray was by my side, and that was all that mattered.

Once we were outside, away from the stares and whispers, I let out a shaky breath. Gray turned to me, his hand still holding mine.

“Baby, you don’t have to go through this alone,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of concern and determination. “Whatever’s happening, we’ll face it together.”

I looked up at him, my eyes still glistening with tears. “But part of it is true, Gray,” I admitted, my voice trembling. “We’ve stayed in this marriage because I needed your help with Dan. I’m just so scared that everything they’re saying is true, that I’m using you, and that it’s going to destroy us.”

Gray’s expression softened further, and he gently cupped my face in his hands. “Eli, listen to me. We’re in this together because we care about each other, not because of some arrangement. I’m here because I want to be, because I believe in you. Don’t let their words make you doubt that.”

His words wrapped around me like a warm blanket, soothing the wounds inflicted by my colleagues’ cruel jabs. I wanted to believe him, to trust that what we had was real, that it wasn’t just a product of convenience or necessity.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

Gray leaned in, his lips brushing against my forehead. “You’ll never have to find out.”

And with that, he led me away from the cafeteria, away from the judgment and the pain. We walked side by side, the weight of the world on our shoulders but knowing that, at least for now, we could carry it together.