A week had passed since that fateful interview. I was lying on my bed staring at the ceiling, with no desire to do anything at all. It was truly pathetic.
Those days, I had been beating myself up for being so stupid and naive. How the hell had I confessed so many things about my personal life?
Well, even though I didn't know that woman was sleeping with my husband, it wasn't surprising. That man surely slept with anything in a skirt... For a change, everything except me.
Honestly, if I thought about it, it was obvious. A woman like her, so sensual and beautiful, would definitely be on Arthur's radar, and on top of that, she worked for him. Maybe not directly, but for them to meet more than necessary, they must have found themselves in a situation that warranted, perhaps, a bit of casual
