My Boss Used Me as a Weapon in His Marriage War — And I Almost Lost Everything

I used to think I had the perfect job.

Great pay. Flexible hours. A boss who seemed to genuinely care about his employees.

But what I didn’t know was that I had become a pawn in a personal war between him and his wife — a game of revenge I never agreed to play.

It started subtly.

He would stay late at the office “to finish work” and ask me to stay with him — just to help organize files or answer last-minute emails. At first, I didn’t mind. I wanted to be helpful. I thought it was just part of being a dedicated employee.

Then came the dinners.

“Let’s grab a bite,” he’d say. “We’re both working late anyway.”

Nothing fancy. Nothing inappropriate — at least not on the surface.

But then he started talking.

About his marriage.
About how she didn’t understand him anymore.
How she stopped supporting him.
How he felt alone — and how he appreciated having someone like me around.

I should have seen the red flags right then.

But I was young. Naive. Flattered, even.

And before I knew it, I was caught in the middle of something far bigger than I ever signed up for.

One day, after a long lunch where he vented about another fight with his wife, he said:

“You know, you’re the only one who really gets me.”

I laughed it off. Tried to change the subject.

But he didn’t let it go.

Over time, things escalated. He began calling me outside of work hours. Texting me late at night. Complimenting my work ethic — then my personality — then my appearance.

I told myself it wasn’t serious. That he was just lonely. That he saw me as a friend.

Until his wife found out.

She showed up at the office unannounced one afternoon — and when she walked in, I could see the fury in her eyes.

“I know what’s going on,” she said coldly, staring straight at me. “And I know exactly who you are.”

I was stunned.

She accused me of flirting with her husband. Of leading him on. Of being the reason their marriage was falling apart.

I tried to explain — begged her to believe me that nothing happened. But she didn’t want to hear it.

Later that week, everything changed.

My boss pulled me into his office and said:

“She thinks we’re having an affair. Can you imagine that?”

I nodded, still shaken.

“She won’t listen to reason,” he said. “So I need your help.”

I asked what he meant.

He smiled — a little too calmly.

“I need you to send her a message. Something subtle. Something that shows you’re not interested in me… so she knows there’s nothing going on.”

I agreed — naively thinking this would clear my name and put an end to the madness.

But what I didn’t know was that he had no intention of ending it.

Instead, he took screenshots of our messages — the ones where I denied any romantic feelings — and sent them to his wife with a new caption:

“See? Even she says nothing’s going on. So why don’t you stop acting crazy and fix this marriage?”

Suddenly, I wasn’t just stuck in the middle.

I was being used to gaslight her — and manipulate me.

When I confronted him, he shrugged and said:

“You said you wanted to help, didn’t you?”

I quit shortly after.

Not because I did anything wrong — but because I realized I couldn’t win.

His wife left him a few months later.

And guess who she blamed?

Not him.

Me.

Even though I never touched him.
Never flirted.
Never encouraged any of it.

But sometimes, in a war of words and broken trust, the truth doesn’t matter.

Just the story.

And in this case, I became the villain in a marriage I never wanted to be part of.

Now, years later, I still carry the weight of that experience — a painful reminder that sometimes, the most dangerous people aren’t the ones who hate you…

They’re the ones who pretend to love you — while using you to destroy someone else.