I concealed my true identity and started working at my husband’s company. During lunch, I accidentally took a sip from his cup. His secretary stormed over, sl3pped me across the face, and shouted, “How dare you drink from my husband’s cup!” At that very moment, my husband walked into the room…

The cups were identical.

I’d taken only a small sip before realizing my mistake.

I was about to put it down when Celeste rushed toward me.

Without asking what happened, she struck me across the face.

Then she announced to the entire room that I’d touched her husband’s belongings.

Her husband.

Julian.

My Julian.

For several seconds, I couldn’t understand what she meant.

Then the dining room doors opened, and my husband walked inside.

I expected him to defend me.

Instead, he summoned me to his office like a disobedient employee.

I followed him down the hallway without saying a word.

Once we entered his office, Julian closed the door sharply.

Then he turned toward me.

“What exactly are you doing here?”

I looked at him.

“Working.”

His expression darkened.

“You were supposed to be in Vermont.”

I folded my arms.

“And you were supposed to be faithful.”
For a moment, he said nothing.