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CHAPTER 1
SOPHIE
“Oh, that feels so good. Do that harder.”
Hearing my boss saying dirty words was the last thing I expected when I arrived on my office floor to surprise someone. I clutched the takeout food and bottle of wine in my hands, stuck in a dilemma. On one hand, I could just back away and pretend I hadn’t passed this way. On the other hand, Brett’s office was on the other end of the floor and the food was getting cold. But who was I to interrupt my boss’ late-night office tryst?
“Good for you, Miss Sam,” I whispered, then tiptoed as quietly as I could. Sam had been working so hard to get clients left and right while managing her employees fairly and graciously. If anything, she deserved a good time, and I wasn’t about to interrupt while she was getting that. While I couldn’t tell anyone at work, maybe I could tell my boyfriend and we’d have a good laugh about it—something we hadn’t been doing nearly enough to my liking these days.
“Deep. Go really deep… Yes, there, right there.”
I winced, not wanting to hear the explicit details. I needed to get out of here. That plan was waylaid when I noticed the door to her office was half-open. I closed my eyes, intending to look the other way.
“Right there! Faster! Oh, Brett, yes!”
What?
I froze at hearing my boyfriend’s name said like that—no, moaned like that. It felt like a punch to the gut. For a second, I thought there was a different Brett on our floor. Then hearing his voice—deep, groaning, and so deep into it—had me whirling to stare inside the office, where two figures were writhing against each other. It was dark at first, but my eyes adjusted and I finally recognized them: Samantha Woodsy splayed out on her desk, her clothes on the floor… and there he was, Brett Marrow, just as naked and balls deep inside her.
A shattering sound halted his pounding motions and they turned their heads. Brett’s lust-hazed eyes took in the broken wine bottle on the floor before he looked up in shock.
“Sophie—”
“I’m sending in my resignation via email,” I blurted out, my mind going blank at the betrayal. Not seeing them again was the only thought in my mind.
Then I was running out of there before he could call my name again.
The heart-wrenching pain came first. It filled every inch of me until I couldn’t breathe. Then the anger took over, urging me forward as I reached our apartment in no time and flew around the rooms to pack my bags. I had to get away from there, even when I wanted to stay and punch him in the face—especiallywhen I wanted to set the whole place on fire so that he’d come back home to ashes.
Our home.
It sickened me, just looking at our bedroom, so I slammed the door. My phone kept buzzing on my way out of the apartment. I almost threw it when I saw the missed calls and read the texts.
Sophie, answer your calls, please. I can explain.
Baby, please answer.
Where are you?
Are you at home? Wait there. I’m coming.
“I’m done, you asshole,” I snapped, rejecting the next call and shoving my phone into my pocket. “You jerk. You fucking bastard. All the time you were too tired in bed, it was because you already fucked someone else. All the time you…”
How long had this been going on? Were the signs there and I just hadn’t noticed? How could I be so blindsided?
Did our workmates know?
When the haze of rage ended, I was sitting at the bus stop and thumbing through my phone again. It lingered on my father’s name, but something stopped me from pressing the dial button. My father was proud of me for making it in the city on my own and getting into the corporate world without connections. I wasn’t sure how my resignation would go and how the breakup would affect my family, who valued social standing more than anything else. They liked Brett. He was rich and handsome, and he came from an affluent family.
“And he cheated on me,” I muttered, still trying to cling to the rage. But a different emotion was creeping in, and it took everything in me to hold it at bay. When my thumb stopped on another familiar name, I was already pressing the dial button before I could second-guess myself. It rang and rang. For a second, I wondered what I would say once it went to voicemail.
“Hello?”
The voice was deep, masculine, and one I hadn’t heard in years. The jolt made me realize I was fully expecting to get his voicemail and wasn’t prepared for this. I froze.
“Hello?”
The repeated hello finally kick-started my brain.
