But he sided with Rachel, scolding me as a vicious, deceitful woman, saying he regretted marrying me, and even forcing me to sign divorce papers in public.
This man who once swore he loved me had abandoned me without hesitation—because David was his company’s biggest client, his golden goose.
And worst of all, before I died, I discovered the truth: Eric had been secretly meeting Rachel at hotels many times.
I once adored him.
Now, when I looked at him, all I saw was filth.
Eric didn’t notice the hatred in my eyes. Frowning, he asked, “Honey, what’s wrong? Who upset you this time?”
Before I could answer, my phone rang again.
It was Rachel.
I answered right in front of Eric.
Her panicked, angry voice burst out:
“Grace, I told you to stall David! What the hell are you doing?”
“He’s already here at the Holiday Inn with people to catch me. If he finds me in bed with someone, I’m finished! You’d better think of a way to draw him off, now!”
I said coldly, “Not my problem.”
And hung up.
Eric was stunned.
When he snapped out of it, Eric turned to me in shock.
“Honey, what are you doing? Rachel’s your best friend—how can you just let her walk into disaster?”