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Chapter 6\u00a0<\/p>\n
When I finished talking, Mom was sobbing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She moved next to me and wrapped me in her arms.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhit, baby\u2026 I had no idea.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She wiped her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cIf this is what you want, I\u2019m not going to stop you. I don\u2019t want you divorced because I don\u2019t care about you-I want you to have a partner, someone who\u2019ll be there when your father and I are gone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But if being with him means suffering? Then to hell with him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Dad-who almost never lost his temper-slammed his fist on the table.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat son of a bitch-\u2018didn\u2019t cross a line\u2019? I\u2019m a man. I know EXACTLY what he\u2019s doing. You\u2019re divorcing him, and that\u2019s final. Your mother and I will take care of you for the rest of your life.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked at them-graying, tired, but still so full of love for me-and everything I\u2019d been holding back came pouring out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I collapsed into Mom\u2019s arms and cried harder than I had since I was a little girl.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The next day, I drove to headquarters.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They were throwing some company team-building thing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The rec room was packed-music blasting, people playing games, the whole place buzzing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
A massive three-tier cake sat center stage.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Edward stood right next to it, and Ruby was practically draped over him in a low-cut dress, her chest pressed against his arm while she whispered in his ear.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He bent his head down, listening close.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They looked like a couple. The CEO and his girlfriend.\u00a0<\/p>\n
No one would\u2019ve guessed he had a wife.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I took a photo and walked in.\u00a0<\/p>\n
People started nodding at me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Smith.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Polite enough, but their eyes were full of pity-or worse, amusement.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t acknowledge any of them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I walked straight to that cake.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Edward and Ruby finally noticed me.\u00a0<\/p>\n
09:58\u00a0<\/p>\n
You Thought Cilantro Was Just a Flavor? It\u2019s Actually My FUL. Cheater!\u00a0<\/p>\n
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She jerked upright. He turned with that same easy smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhit, hey-I\u2019m really glad you came. Listen, I think we should-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ruby screamed as I shoved the entire cake off the table.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Frosting exploded across the floor-white and pink smeared everywhere.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every conversation died instantly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Edward\u2019s Italian leather shoes were covered in cream.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stared at me like I\u2019d lost my mind.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhitney! What the HELL?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I laughed and turned to face the room.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every single person was watching. Good.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d like to know how Mr. Smith enforces company policy with his assistant.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I gestured at Ruby.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have a strict dress code. Professional attire only. Everyone here knows that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Last year, you tore into an intern because her skirt was an inch too short.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Ruby gets to show up in a casual sundress, hang all over you in front of the entire staff, and you don\u2019t say a word? What makes her so special?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Edward\u2019s mouth pressed into a thin line.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His eyes flicked to Ruby\u2019s outfit, then back to her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He let out a long breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. Her outfit\u2019s inappropriate. But this\u201d-he gestured at the ruined cake-\u201cis completely out of line.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I ignored him and stepped up to Ruby.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She shrank back, but I didn\u2019t move.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat post you made yesterday morning-was it public from the start? Or did you change it after I commented?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She lowered her head and didn\u2019t answer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I walked past her, pulled the USB drive from my bag, and plugged it into the projector.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Dozens of screenshots lit up the screen-every single post Ruby had made over the last month.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her face drained of color.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Edward looked genuinely confused.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently, I\u2019m Ruby\u2019s favorite person.\u00a0<\/p>\n
09:58\u00a0<\/p>\n
You Thought Cilantro Was Just a Flavor? It\u2019s Actually My FU, Cheater!\u00a0<\/p>\n
4.3%\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 6\u00a0<\/p>\n
Last month, while she and my husband were in Paris together, she made forty-five posts.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Every single one was set so only I could see it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I paused.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThis morning, she made another private post. Then, the second I commented on it, she switched it to public and ran to Edward so he could call me and accuse me of harassing her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned back to Ruby. My voice was ice.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re obviously obsessed with my husband. So congratulations-you win. He\u2019s all yours. Just make sure he signs the divorce papers, huh.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Around the room, people were already pulling out their phones, checking Ruby\u2019s profile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The looks on their faces said everything.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t look at Ruby again. I turned to Edward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve known me for ten years. You know I don\u2019t lie. But the second she fed you some bullshit story, you believed her without question and\u00a0<\/p>\n
called to yell at your wife.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo yeah. Now you know why I\u2019m divorcing you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I held his gaze. \u201cBecause you DISGUST me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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