"I'm on a business trip. No time. And the agreement is crystal clear—neither of us borrows money from the other. It breeds complacency. If you can't afford it, tough it out. Consider it a lesson in working harder."
Then there was last November.
The company had organized a team retreat. Damian said he needed to stay behind to meet with clients.
But according to the file, he and Eleanor had spent the entire day going at it in his office.
Now it all made sense—the flush on his neck when he came home that night, the rosy glow on Eleanor's face whenever she looked at him. The signs had been screaming at me all along.
I closed the file. Something inside me went cold and still.
The betrayal was no longer a question. It was a fact, documented and timestamped.
Which meant it was time to settle the score.
After I was discharged, I printed the divorce papers and walked straight to the president's office.
The moment I pushed open the door, I saw them.
Damian had Eleanor wrapped in his arms. Their clothes were half-undone, hands roaming over each other's bodies.
Even though my heart had already gone cold, a surge of fury still clawed its way up my chest.
I forced it back down.