Veronica couldn’t believe it—the utter, blatant disrespect.
Why would they do that here? Now? In this place that was supposed to be professional…safe…theirs?
The door was shut, and not a single sound filtered through, but she didn’t need to hear anything. She knew. Every fiber of her being screamed the truth. Mark was having s*x with Jessica in his office.
His office—just feet away from where she sat.
He was inside another woman while she was sitting right there on the other side of the wall, as if she didn’t exist. As if her feelings were disposable. As if everything they’d shared—every dream, every whispered conversation about the future—meant absolutely nothing.
How could he?
How could he do this knowing she was there?
KNOWING she could sense it, feel it in her bones? He didn’t
