The next morning, I woke up with nervous excitement buzzing through my entire body. Today was the day I would review the final offer documents, sign them, and officially accept the position that would transform my career and my life.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and opened my email.
What I saw made the room spin.
A message had been sent from my account at one o’clock in the morning—hours after I’d fallen asleep.
The subject line read: “RE: Medical Director Position.”
With shaking hands, I opened it.
“I’M TURNING DOWN THE OFFER. I’m not interested in working with you. Don’t ever contact me again, you fucking idiots!”
My hands started trembling so violently I nearly dropped the phone.
“No,” I whispered to the empty room. “No, no, no. I didn’t write this.”
But there was only one person who knew my phone password. Only one person who had access to my email. Only one person who had been awake when I fell asleep.
Norman.
My husband had sabotaged my dream job while I slept.
