I Was Always Invisible Until the Most Handsome Man at Work Noticed Me but the Truth Shattered My Heart — Story of the Day

He never even knew my name until one day, he did. Suddenly, the most charismatic man in the office was everywhere, flashing his perfect smile and asking me out. But why now? Something didn’t add up. And when I finally discovered the reason, it shattered me.

When no one notices you, at first, it hurts. You try to change the situation. Then, you accept it. And eventually, you even find an advantage in it.

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That day, I sat at my desk, watching as my male colleagues swarmed around our new coworker, Claire.

She was obviously attractive, so their reaction wasn’t surprising. But when Mark approached her, the others quickly backed off.

I let out a quiet chuckle as I watched. Mark was the most handsome and charismatic man in the office—I was convinced even other men wouldn’t mind if he took them to bed.

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He flirted with Claire, and she giggled at his jokes, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.

At that moment, Anthony, my boss, approached me. “Sara, do you remember our new project?” he asked, glancing at the laptop screen in front of me.

“Yes, of course. I’m leading it,” I replied, adjusting my glasses.

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“I’m counting on you,” Anthony said with a nod, his tone full of expectation.

I worked at an IT company, and we were launching a new dating app. Anthony had chosen me to lead the project because, no matter how unnoticeable I was, my work results were the best.

He had also offered me an opportunity to work abroad at one of our other branches, but I declined, even though the salary would have been much higher.

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During lunch, I noticed an irritated Mark walking up to Anthony. Curious about what had upset our golden boy this time, I decided to eavesdrop.

“Who did you assign the dating app to?” Mark asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

“Sara. Is there a problem?” Anthony replied, sounding amused.

“Sara? We don’t have anyone by that name,” Mark scoffed, and I felt my jaw tighten.

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“She’s sitting right over there,” Anthony said, pointing at me. I continued pretending not to hear them, keeping my eyes fixed on my screen.

“I thought I’d be handling the dating app. This isn’t fair,” Mark protested, folding his arms across his chest.

“To my office. Now,” Anthony ordered.

I finished my lunch just in time to see Mark walking out of Anthony’s office, looking pleased with himself.

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I had no idea what they had discussed, but no one had told me I was off the project, so I remained calm, though a tiny seed of doubt had been planted in my mind.

The next day, Mark approached me with his signature smile, hovering over my desk like a shadow. I gave him a questioning look.

“Sonia…” he began, leaning in slightly.

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“Sara,” I corrected him, not bothering to hide my irritation.

“Right. Sara.” He chuckled, as if amused by his own mistake. “Want to grab lunch together?” he asked, his voice dripping with casual charm.

“I already ate,” I replied flatly, typing away at my keyboard.

“Then how about a drink after work?” he suggested, tilting his head.

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I turned to face him. “You didn’t even know my name a minute ago. I bet you didn’t even know I worked here,” I said, recalling his conversation with Anthony. “What’s this really about?”

“I just thought it’d be nice to hang out with a lovely colleague,” Mark said smoothly, flashing that infamous smirk that made other women melt.

I scoffed.

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“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun,” he insisted, his persistence almost amusing.

“I have a lot of work,” I said, turning back to my computer.

Mark lingered for a moment before sighing and walking away, but I could feel his eyes on me for a few seconds longer than necessary.

As usual, I stayed late at the office. But when I finally looked up from my screen, I was surprised to see Mark still there. Normally, by the time I finished, the office was empty.

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I stood up, gathered my things, and headed to the elevator. Mark did the same. He followed me, and the whole thing felt strange.

We stepped into the elevator, and it started moving. Then, suddenly, it stopped.

“What’s going on? Are we stuck?” I asked, pressing a few buttons.

“Looks like it,” Mark replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

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I pressed the emergency button and explained the situation. The response came: we’d have to wait about two hours.

Mark sighed and sat on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him. After a moment, I did the same.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he said, tilting his head toward me.

“What?” I chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

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“What’s funny?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.

“Come on, I’ve worked here for years, and most people don’t even know I exist. Why the sudden interest?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“I’m just curious,” he said, shrugging.

“Then why don’t you tell me about yourself?” I countered, narrowing my eyes.

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“Oh, please. You probably know everything about me already,” Mark smirked. “Everyone does.”

That made me laugh again. “That confidence.”

“What? Is that a bad thing?” he asked, grinning.

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“No, not if it’s real. But being invisible has given me an advantage—I notice things. And you, Mark, are nothing but an act. A performer trying to mask his insecurities with fake confidence. So what’s behind all of it? Daddy issues? Mommy didn’t pay attention to you?” I asked, leaning back against the wall.

“Oh, screw you,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.

We sat in silence for a while until Mark finally spoke again.

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“My dad left us when I was three. My mom raised me alone. Then, when I was a teenager, he suddenly came back and tried to mold me into his perfect son. I guess I’m still trying to prove something to him,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual.

“I get it,” I said, my voice softer now.

Mark looked at me curiously.

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“My mom left us. My dad raised me alone. But she never came back. The last time I saw her, I was thirteen. She told me she was ashamed I was her daughter because, at my age, she had been way more popular,” I said, my throat tightening slightly at the memory.

“She’s an idiot,” Mark said, shaking his head. “I asked Anthony about you. You have the best results in the company. I thought I did. And you’re beautiful, even if your lack of confidence hides it.”

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“Guess everyone copes with trauma differently,” I said, managing a small smile.

“Guess so,” Mark replied.

Just then, the elevator started moving again. When we stepped out, Mark grabbed my wrist.

“How about that drink now?” he asked, his voice gentler than before.

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“If you’re going to be the guy from the elevator, then fine. But if you’re putting the mask back on, I’ll pass,” I said, tilting my head slightly.

“I’ll try to be myself,” Mark promised.

And so, we went to a bar. Then the next day. And the next. Before I knew it, we were spending time together every day—even on weekends.

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I saw a different side of Mark. The real him. The one who was afraid of spiders and teared up when a dog died in a movie.

One evening, I couldn’t resist anymore—I kissed him. And the moment I did, I knew it was right. With him, I felt like myself.

One day at the office, I stood outside Anthony’s office and heard voices inside. I hadn’t planned to listen, but I couldn’t help it.

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“I told you—I know how to win someone over,” Mark said.

“I didn’t think Sara would fall for it. But you win—the dating app project is yours,” Anthony replied.

“Thanks, but—” Mark started, but I wasn’t listening anymore.

I turned and rushed to the bathroom, locked the door, and leaned against it. My breath came in quick, uneven bursts. My hands shook. Tears slid down my face before I could stop them.

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He had lied. He had tricked me to take my job. Every moment we had spent together had been a performance. And I was the fool who believed it. Worse—I had started falling for him.

I forced myself to breathe. I couldn’t fall apart now. Not over him.

I wiped my face, fixed my makeup, and straightened my blazer. Then, I walked straight to Anthony’s office.

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“Oh, Sara, I was just about to talk to you,” he said, looking up from his desk.

“I’d like to accept your offer to work abroad. If it’s still available,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

“It is. What changed your mind?” Anthony asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You were right—there are more opportunities for me there,” I said.

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He studied me for a moment. “When can you leave?”

“Tomorrow,” I replied.

“Tomorrow? Are you sure?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Alright, I’ll make the arrangements. You can take the rest of the day off to pack.”

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I thanked him and walked out. My hands clenched around my bag. I saw Mark heading toward me.

I didn’t slow down. I grabbed my things and stepped into the elevator before he could reach me.

By morning, I was in a taxi headed to the airport. Music played in my headphones, drowning everything else out.

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I watched the city blur past. Then, in my window, I saw Mark’s car pull up alongside mine.

He motioned for me to roll down the window. I ignored him. He honked. Annoyed, I lowered it.

“What? Are you here to tell me more lies?” I shouted.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

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“I know about your deal with Anthony. If I fell for you, you’d get the dating app project,” I said.

“No—I mean, yes, that was the deal. But not anymore. Everything changed when I started spending time with you,” Mark said.

“More lies! I can’t believe I fell for you, that I even started to have feelings for you!” I yelled.

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“Really?” Mark asked.

I just rolled up the window and turned away.

A second later, he swerved his car in front of mine, blocking the road. My taxi and other cars behind us came to a halt, their horns blaring in frustration.

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It was chaos. Mark hurried over, pulled open my door, and looked at me desperately.

“Listen to me,” he said. “I turned down the dating app project.”

“Don’t lie,” I said, stepping out of the taxi.

“I’m not lying. It’s the truth,” he insisted. “Please, don’t go.”

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“And why is that?” I asked.

“Because you’re the only person I can be real with. The only one I don’t have to pretend around,” Mark said. “That’s why I won’t let you get on that damn plane.”

“No one asked for your opinion,” I said.

“I’m falling for you too, Sara. Please,” he begged.

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My mind screamed at me to get back in the taxi, go to the airport, and forget Mark.

But my heart had already decided. My feet moved before I could stop them, bringing me closer to him. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

“I see you, Sara. And I will never let you feel invisible again,” Mark whispered before kissing me again.

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I Decided to Surprise My Husband at Work Only to Discover He Was on Vacation

I planned to surprise my husband at work with lunch, but instead found out he was on vacation. Confused and suspicious, I followed him the next day and uncovered a shocking secret at my sister’s house. What I found left me questioning everything I thought I knew about my marriage and my family.

I decided to surprise Ben at work with lunch last Tuesday. I’d spent the morning making his favorite — lasagna. With the kids at school, I had some time to myself, and I thought it’d be a sweet gesture. I mean, what husband wouldn’t love a surprise visit from his wife with homemade food, right?

When I arrived at his office, the receptionist gave me a puzzled look.

“You’re here for Ben?” she asked, glancing at the lasagna in my hands.

“Yeah, just wanted to bring him lunch. Is he in?”

She hesitated. “Ben’s been on vacation for the past two weeks.”

I stood there, stunned, trying to process what she’d said. Vacation? He’d told me he was working late all week. My stomach twisted, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. I thanked her and left.

At home, I tried to make sense of it. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. But what kind of misunderstanding lasts two weeks? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. So, I did what any suspicious wife might do — I decided to follow him the next day.

The next morning, I called Mom and asked her to take the kids for the day. I told her I had some errands to run. She was happy to help, oblivious to the turmoil brewing in my head. I then followed Ben to find out what was really going on.

I watched as he left the house and got into his car, and I followed at a safe distance. He drove across town and pulled up to Kate’s house — my sister’s house.

My mouth went dry as I watched him get out of the car. Kate came out, smiling warmly as she embraced him and led him inside.

My mind went blank. Was Ben having an affair with my sister? I couldn’t believe it, but what else could explain it? The pain of betrayal cut deep, and I felt tears welling up. I had to know for sure.

I parked my car a few houses down from Kate’s place and called Carla, my lawyer. She’d handled a few legal matters for us before, and I trusted her judgment. I told her everything, my voice trembling with anger and hurt.

“Julia,” Carla said, her tone calm and professional, “before you jump to conclusions, gather some concrete evidence. It’s important to be sure before taking any legal steps.”

I knew she was right. So, I went back to Kate’s house, lurking around like some sort of spy. I felt ridiculous, but I had to know the truth. I peered through a window, careful not to be seen.

Inside, I saw Ben and Kate sitting at the kitchen table, huddled over lunch, and a pile of papers. They looked serious, and every now and then, they’d glance around, as if worried about being caught.

What were they plotting? The more I watched, the more convinced I became that something was terribly wrong. It wasn’t just an affair — they were planning something.

I snapped a few photos with my phone, my hands shaking. I needed proof, something concrete to confront Ben with. My mind raced with all sorts of terrible scenarios. What were they up to?

I called James from my car. He picked up on the first ring. James, my brother-in-law, had always been the sensible one in the family. Married to Kate for nearly a decade, he was the calm, rational counterpoint to her more impulsive nature.

He and Ben got along well, often bonding over their shared love of sports and grilling. I trusted James, and if anyone could help me make sense of this, it was him.

“James, it’s Julia. I need to talk to you about Ben and Kate.”

There was a pause. “Julia, calm down. What’s going on?”

“I think they’re having an affair,” I blurted out, my voice shaking.

James sighed. “Julia, you need to come over here. Now.”

I hurried back to Kate’s house, my mind spinning with fear and betrayal. When I arrived, I saw James’ car already parked outside. I crept up to the house and peeked through the window again. James was there, sitting with Ben and Kate at the kitchen table.

I could hear snippets of their conversation through the half-open window.

“Julia called me,” James said, sounding concerned. “She’s worried sick, thinks you two are having an affair.”

Ben nodded. “So, she is unaware of everything.”

“That’s great!” Kate replied, her tone filled with excitement.

“Our plan is working,” Ben added.

My heart shattered. I had heard enough. I barged into the house, my anger boiling over.

“You lying, cheating traitors! How could you do this to me?”

Kate and Ben looked at me, stunned. James stood up, trying to calm me down.

“Julia, please, let us explain.”

“Explain what? That my husband is cheating on me with my sister?” I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

“Julia, it’s not what you think,” Ben said softly, trying to calm me down. “I took a vacation to work on a surprise for you.”

I laughed bitterly. “A surprise? Meeting at Kate’s house every day is a surprise?”

“Yes,” Ben said, his voice steady. “I was planning to make your dream come true. You always talked about owning a coffee shop, right?”

I blinked, not understanding. “What?”

Kate stepped forward, holding a stack of papers. “Ben has been using his inheritance to buy a coffee shop for you. We’ve been working on the business plan and all the legal paperwork here.”

My anger started to wane, replaced by confusion and a glimmer of hope. “A coffee shop? For me?”

Ben nodded, pulling out a folder and handing it to me. “Look, these are the documents. The lease, the renovation plans, everything. I wanted it to be perfect before I told you. James and Kate are co-investors, so I wanted to make sure they are completely onboard.”

I looked at the papers, the words blurring through my tears. It was all there. The proof of his love and dedication, the coffee shop I had always dreamed of. My knees buckled, and Ben caught me before I fell.

“Oh my goodness, Ben… I’m so sorry. I thought… I thought you were…”

“I know,” he said, hugging me tightly. “I should have told you, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I wanted to see your face when I handed you the keys.”

“I’m such an idiot,” I sobbed into his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shh, it’s okay. I understand why you felt that way. But Julia, I love you. I would never betray you.”

I nodded, feeling the weight of my mistake. “Thank you, Ben. Thank you for everything.”

The next day, we went to sign the final papers. The coffee shop was ours. I could hardly believe it. As I walked into the quaint little space, the smell of freshly baked goods already filling the air, I felt so joyful.

Ben squeezed my hand. “This is all for you, babe. I believe in you.”

I smiled, tears of happiness streaming down my face. “I love you, love. Thank you for believing in me.”

We worked together, turning the coffee shop into something magical. It became a place where dreams were baked into reality, where love and trust were the secret ingredients in every recipe.

Looking back, I realized how important trust and communication are in a relationship. Misunderstandings can happen, but it’s how we handle them that truly matters.

As I stood in my coffee shop, surrounded by the aroma of freshly baked goods, I felt grateful for Ben’s unwavering love and support. We had faced a storm, and together, we had come out stronger.

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