My phone chimed with a deposit notification. My paycheck. The last bit of strength drained from my body. Ten years hadn't been enough to grind down my pride or my feelings. But in that single moment, both evaporated into nothing.
I carried the underwear along with two documents I'd prepared and walked toward William's office. One was a resignation letter. The other was a divorce agreement. Before pushing open the door, I glanced at the secretary's desk outside his office. Empty.
William looked up when I entered. A telltale flush colored his face. "What are you doing in here?" His voice was hoarse, his tone strained with something barely held in check.
Ten years ago, he had spoken to me in that same low register, soft and tender. Pamela. "Pamela?" he called. The ice in his voice snapped me back to the present. I set everything on his desk.
"Your secretary asked me to buy her underwear. She said you needed them urgently". William arched a brow and scoffed. "You'll really swallow anything to keep the Sanchez name, won't you?"