Replacing My Seven Year Secret Girlfriend

Summary

Seven years. That’s how long we were together, and in all that time, there wasn't a single trace of me on Maya’s social media. No tagged photos, no subtle shots of my hand across a dinner table, nothing.

Until yesterday.

She posted a photo with a junior colleague from her firm—a clean-cut guy she’d mentored back in college. They were standing in a sleek conference room, looking like a power duo.

Her caption read: “Look who’s all grown up and holding his own against me at the negotiation table.”

The guy commented almost instantly: “Checkmate, Maya. I’m just getting started.”