minutes' drive at most. As the car took me through the beautiful streets of Edinburgh, my mind went back to the

in their home, and the same with Isla, s

ever I'm in need, and likewise I. "We are at Lachlan Conglomerate, ma'am," the driver said, pullin

est skyscrapers in the city of Edinburgh. "Hmmm.... Fiona, you have arrived," I murmured those wor

. "Hold yourself, Fiona, I said to myself. "This is a new chapter of my life. A fresh start. I clutched my handb

ed toward the receptionist's desk. This was real. I had a job lined u

smile. "I'm Fiona Stewart. I'm here for my appointment." The woman at the desk nodded

. The man ushered me into a seat. I sat down, calm and composed

said as she pushed an offer letter toward his side of the ta

g to be profess

lan MacGregor.' "Okay, I responded". Lachlan MacGregor, Isla's husband... My best friend's husband, it's

portunity for me to rebuild my life. I ne

ent, as I promised. Her office was beautiful and large, well-furnished. Isla was the

Congratulations, my dear friend," she said, beaming with smiles

ed fast. It was long hours, but I didn't care. I adored the buzz, the sense of purpose. Th

"You're ready," she said. "Good luck. You'll need

. I shouted as I cited Isla. She came into my room that afternoon being the w

s you prepare to resume. Get ready, Fiona..." she said. I stood there looking at her as I struggled to hold back the tears flowing from my eyes. "Isla, y

y clothes, shoes

office was one over from my desk. At eight on t

And there he was. Lachlan MacGregor. Tall. Broad shoulders. Shaved

ilent for a moment. Then he smiled. A slow, polite smile. "You're the

I said. "Fi

et's get

st of the time, he barely glanced up from his desk. He gave short orders. Expected immedia

l things. The sound of his voice softened when he called my name. The touch of

he door,

, heart

," he added without looking. 'Well, thank you' I spoke cautiously. He turned

sharp. And..." He paus

...."

d fought to remain calm. "I'm here to work," I said. He smiled. No

ared at him. "You're married," I said, my voice soft. He

" I said.

with a shrug. "Think about it," he said. I left the o

stless in my room...

nt. I wasn't blind. I knew it was wrong. Isla was my friend, and she has helped me a lot. S

s tem

empt

every time I'd enter into his office. His hand brushed against m

sla, began coming around more t

sla n

e desk, arms resting on the wood. "You're dodging m

e said. "I know it's wrong. But I can't s

s harsh. "But it's not what it used to be. For a moment, I shut

again, sternly.

ona

He stopped, staring at me. A long moment passed. Th

chlan hardly talked, unless he had to. I threw myself into work. But with ea

't deser

another woman when he thought she wasn't lookin

ade a choi