, the door opened and Lily Chen walked in. The intern was dressed in a tight, white dress that was far

pping with false sweetness. "You look a l

red her and t

rday," she said, smoothing the fabric over her hips. "H

re her patience used to be. She was no lo

ay," Scarlett sa

y the long face? Are you angry that Mark prefers me? You should know your

thought about it. The sharp crack of her palm con

hand flying to her face,

d Mark strode in, his face a mask of conce

didn't even look at Scarlett. His gaze shot past her, fu

manded, his voice gent

tt, his expression harde

, he shoved her hard. "What

rble countertop with a painful thud. A sharp pain sh

ing over Lily, who was now sobbing d

k my blood sugar is low. I felt dizzy. I accidentally spilled so

ansparent lie. There

you have to be so harsh? She made a small mistake!" He scooped Lily up into

ache. She remembered a time, years ago, when she'd gotten a small paper cut. Mark had made a huge fus

gns. She drove straight to the courthouse and filed the divorce papers Mr.

her phone buzzed. It

client dinner with Mr. Henderso

yped a sim

k

r. She waited for twenty minutes, but Mark never showed up. Just as she

y Chen. She was wearing a

mphant smile. "Mark is caught up in a

ith obvious appreciation. Throughout the meal, Lily flirted shamelessly, laughing at his jokes,

ore, she excused her

s overturned, plates and glasses shattered on the floor. Mr. Henderson wa

his face contorted