I frowned slightly and opened it.
“Consider this your wedding gift. You’re fired. Effective immediately.”
For a moment, the words didn’t register. They just sat there, cold and flat against everything warm around me. Then it hit. My chest tightened, the noise of the room fading into a dull hum. I read it again, slower this time, like maybe I had misunderstood.
“You okay?” my husband asked softly, noticing the shift in my face.
I turned the phone toward him, my hand shaking just slightly.
“He… he fired me,” I said, barely above a whisper. “Today. Right now.”
He took the phone, reading the message carefully. I expected anger, maybe disbelief—something explosive to match the moment. Instead, something else happened.
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