I was still trying to understand why she had called Julian her husband when the dining room doors opened.
Julian Bennett walked inside.
My husband.
The man I’d been married to for seven years.
His eyes moved from the cup in my hand to the red mark on my cheek, then to Celeste standing inches away from me.
For one brief moment, his expression changed.
He looked frightened.
“Maya?”
Celeste immediately turned toward him.
“Darling, thank goodness you’re here! This new employee drank from your personal cup. I was just making sure she understood how inappropriate that was.”
I waited for Julian to correct her.
Surely he would explain that I was his wife.
Surely he would ask why his secretary had raised her hand against another employee.
But instead, he adjusted his tie and spoke in a cold voice.
“Celeste, return to your office.”
Then he looked directly at me.
