Michael and Valerie's relationship was a business marriage. Despite Valerie's suspicions of his infidelity, she lacked concrete proof.
She had tearfully confided in me about her anguish, urging me to uncover the identity of his mysterious lover.
Since diving into this industry, I had ridden high on waves of success, hitting every mark without fail. But Michael... he's a mystery I couldn't crack.
He sipped wine after wine, his cheeks gradually flushing crimson.
"Ms. White, you remind me of someone I knew before," he said, his gaze piercing.
"And who would that be?" I asked.
He chuckled, handing me a glass of wine, urging me to take a sip.
Without a second thought, I gulped down the drink, my usual confidence in handling alcohol unwavering.
But the moment it coursed through me, my world turned fuzzy.
As Michael neared, the alarm bells in my mind rang relentelessly. I sensed something was off with the drink. Then, before I could grasp what was happening, consciousness slipped away.
In a daze, I heard someone whispering my name in my ear, "Haze, I love you."
As I woke up again, my head pounding, I found myself lying next to a man with his back exposed.
Michael!?