She paraded him around at our product launch like some star, even handed him the project I'd been working on for three years just because "he wanted to prove himself."
And when that project lost three freaking million she brushed it off, casually saying, "So what?"
The staff got furious, calling Edmund "just a handsome dude" behind his back.
But by the next day, they were all fired. Every single one of them. And no one dared bring Edmund up again.
But if all of this wasn't real, if it was just me being paranoid, then what about that damn "family" photo Edmund posted? What was that?
The next morning, Ophelia was gone before I woke up. Her assistant called me in a panic, saying no one could reach her.
But I wasn't interested in dealing with that. Wherever she was or whoever she was with—that didn't bother me anymore.
I had other things to worry about—like taking my son to get a paternity test.
After submitting the samples, I sat quietly in the hallway, waiting for the results.
Deep down, I already knew what the result would be. But I needed to see it on paper with my own eyes.
Before I could get too far into my thoughts, I looked up and spotted my wife—with her first love.