I remembered when I was up for a promotion. I was the top sales performer in the company, yet Walter—my boss—rejected my application. He claimed he couldn't show favoritism.
But when Charlotte returned to the country with zero experience, she was promoted two levels within a month.
He protected her. He prioritized her.
It was so obvious now.
I coughed lightly. They both turned to look at me.
There was no shame in their eyes. Walter spoke as if nothing were amiss. "We went out to eat, and Charlotte had too much wine. I'm making her some hangover soup."
I didn't respond. I simply turned and walked to the bedroom.
A few minutes later, the door creaked open. Charlotte walked in, closing the distance between us until she was looking down at me.
"You saw the text, didn't you?" She smirked.
So, it was her.
"Whether I saw it or not... does it matter?" I looked up at her.
Dark, unmistakable hickeys marred her neck. She didn't bother to hide them.
"Your husband treats you like garbage." Charlotte sneered. "Are you still going to cling to him shamelessly?"
My gaze remained calm. "I never clung to him. If he had been honest about you two, I would have divorced him in a heartbeat."