and said, "Let h

ting like the lady of the house. Thi

ecking a messag

st family with a younger brother. She gradu

was quite

oommate's boyfriend and sna

spots and had a string of

trip mahjong-lose a round,

ht have brought home something serious. I

nce. "I'm Stella, Mr. Sutton's secretary. Miss Morgan, what bu

and she was alrea

" I sank into a sofa, eyeing her dismissi

?" Stella didn't flinch. She

ory and I are still married. You're ju

ht. Being Mrs. Sutton is the onl

nk you're worthy of someone like Mr. Sutton, do you? Look at you. Even in designer clothes

ern woman. What? Modern women cli

on once and got pregnant. You? He's been

Sutton has no feelings for you anymore. Your m

t was a ticki

me she didn't know ab

rrying his heir. I pictured a fut

to a man, with no career, slaving over a stove. You deserve to be dumped. Miss Morgan,

was the third wheel? This mist

t for her nonsense. I had

trolled into his offi

I easily found photos and chat logs of h

had damning evid

w utterly cringe-inducing and brai