“So, I’ve decided to divorce Max. I don’t want to burden him any longer.”
Then, I turned to Paige, making sure my words were loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.
“Miss Vargas, even though my husband comforted you that day, I heard you were quite frightened.”
“So I won’t trouble you today. I’ll take care of this myself. Please, enjoy your dinner.”
The room quickly filled with murmurs and whispers.
“What does that mean? Mrs. Kennedy fell off a cliff and lost her baby because Max was too busy holding another woman. Isn’t he supposed to be allergic to women?”
“His wife was the one falling, and that girl was completely fine. What was there to be afraid of? Why did she need another woman’s husband to hold her? What’s her relationship with Max?”
“It’s obvious, isn’t it? Their outfits match; his tie and her gown are from a couple’s collection. She’s clearly the mistress!”
Paige’s face turned pale, and at that moment, I caught a flicker of surprise in Max’s eyes.
Yes, I knew sign language too, but he had never cared enough to learn anything about me. I looked away, gave a polite nod to the guests, and turned to leave.
Just as I stepped outside the hotel doors, someone blocked my path.